Seventeen to Go

It’s a stationary ball — and somehow, that stillness discombobulates the mind.

You assume it’s easy — it should be.

 But every man who isn’t afraid quickly can be —

 after just one.

 Then you’re stuck to play another seventeen.

In front of your peers.

There’s a draw for those who seek glory —

 the few who can withstand the self-doubt

 and duel the inner.

But to find glory, you must come back.

 Back to the first tee, back to the swing that betrayed you,

 back to the fear you thought you had mastered.