Personal Narrative: Ode To The West Wind

Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley: “The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”

Ever since I started playing in pee-wee, my senior year of football appeared to me as an experience unlike any other. Emerging out of my junior year of football, I made an impression on the community and performed extremely well, with my total yards almost equaling that of a starter who had played the full ten games in the season. Struck down by injury in the last four games of the year, I became determined to recover and play the entirety of this sacred year of football. I dedicated myself to preparation, being edged on by those around me who always said that our team was going to do something special. I was ready to overcome the injuries that plagued me in the past.

In a special sort of miracle, I managed to make it through workouts without aggravating my afflictions. I succeeded in reaching my goals in the weight room, and walked onto the field after achieving the best physical condition I had ever been in. I performed well in practice, despite coming from an injury. But it was to no avail; I managed to injure my ankle despite all of the effort put into avoiding injury. I was relieved to know that I would only miss the first two games at tops, and began the

After running a short distance in practice, my knee spontaneously gave out without any physical contact to provoke it. It seemed to be okay, as I could walk on it easily, but I came to find out that it was a season-ending injury. I received this news, and an influx of emotions hit me like a truck. Why did it happen? How could I let my community down? How would I ever be seen as useful to the team again? I developed a sense of apathy to avoid coming to terms with the fact that I had already played my last game of football and it had not been fully appreciated.. This act only lasted for so long,