I am an object… seen through the lens of a camera…

Through that lens, I am someone playing lacrosse… 

Across the field, I zoom in, but the camera can't find my depth …

I know there is something more 

This camera only has pictures of me with a stick in my hand 

But it doesn't know what sticks in my heart  

Relationships with my friends 
Quality time with my family
The bond that I share with my teammates 
The memory of a grandmother… who taught me to welcome everyone from the start 

The feeling that I get when I step on the field is so special

many different emotions rush through my mind depending on the importance of the game…

nerves flowing through my body … yet feeling so excited within my heart

the determination to succeed runs through my mind

Beyond the field and the game 

There is more to claim 

But at times… I doubt myself… 

All that I can see within the frame… Is someone who is good at the game

Through that tiny lens, there is more to me

At least I know who I want to be. 

I want to be remembered the way I remember my grandmother 

Welcoming anyone and everyone…

I want to leave a mark… that is positive in every way

I want to be seen and not forgotten…

My heart contains what the camera doesn't know 

The little things in my mind, 

The thoughts that grow… 

Who will I be?
What will I do?
How will I succeed?
What will my future hold?
Who am I off the field? 
How much more do I have to uncover?
Without sports, I may be lost… like a compass without direction 

I haven't quite found my path yet 

To lead me to where I'm heading…

I know I haven't entirely found my perfect shot

So I will let the camera eye inspire me

Through that tiny lens …

To find a clear picture of the true me