“Mine”

A concept that seems fleeting.

I do not like the feeling when something I value is given away to another.

Jealousy is a cruel twister. Envy can turn sinister.

Pain drives me deeper into my heart where the arrow tip just burrows fiercer.

Bursting outward into activity to leave it behind is distractive.

Holding, with my palms centering the javelin so it stops quivering, is enough.

It keeps me here, now, absorbing and analyzing.

I am not meant for such intrigues.

Although the game fascinates.