Pride swells inside of me as I hold it in my hands
the cold of the metal seeps into my blood
the gold paint shines in the sunlight
my name plated at the bottom
memories flood through me.

I can hear the ding-ding-ding of the last bell,
cheers fill the air
disappointment clouds the losing team
the netball semi finals are over
although the game was not in our favour
we’re proud of how far we’ve come.

The trophy in my hands may be lost physically
However it will never be lost mentally