Where I Stand

At first, I felt like a random on the floor,

Lost in the echo of cheers and score.

But then–one pass, one laugh, one call–

And I wasn’t alone at all.

The court became my place of calm,

Where every serve settled my storm still.

The ball beats like a heart in my hands,

Each rally reminds me–I belong where I stand.

Bump, breathe, believe, we say,

Moving as one in the rush of play.

And in that rhythm, I finally see, 

Volleyball isn't just a game–

It's a home to me.