A repose of the souls of the dead…

Soccer is a god and I have only ever met them in fear. Anyone who has seen our meeting has seen my life laid bare. My triumphs, passion, value, worth, defeat. To know me is to witness my judgement. This god is relentless, tormenting, loving, and all consuming. They are my dad’s hugs, my mom’s kisses, and my friends’ approval. They are my judge as I try to prove myself to someone who abuses me. They are everything and nothing at the same time. A chosen for me path that I cannot avoid. They decide whether I live or die. Without them to guide me I am aimless. Soccer is a god and I have only ever met them in fear. This is how I know they’re a god.