Life Of A Martial Artist

I've studied Chinese Kenpo for 11 years and it has meant more to me than most everything else in my life. It has given me so much and I felt obligated to write about it.

The path I walk Not many choose

A path of trials and hardships

At times I thought I might loose

 

But something kept me going

Something not many have

 

Even with blood flowing

still stepped forward

Facing any challenge

My beaten body came toward

 

Knowing I am different

Even when with friends

Knowing they couldn’t come close

Much less comprehend

 

Myself the only one who knows

Exactly what I’ve seen

My honor running deeper

Than any thought or dream

 

That something that keeps me going

To it, I can’t put a name

But through even my failures

It sure as hell isn’t shame

For if that is what one lives by

He needn’t have a name

 

A true martial artist is what I am

Not some show off

You find pussyfooting around

 

Though my blood has been spilled many times

I’ll keep fighting this foe called life

Until the last drop falls

 

And through my training

I have found

Myself able to bounce back up

No matter how hard I’ve been struck down

 

Now as I step onto this floor

Many feel honored I’ve walked through the door

As I share my knowledge Even to those very young

I can sometimes see myself

Craving to learn more

 

Maybe one day people will see

What is was like to live life as me

And though many will never understand

My reasoning for what I do

I’ll tell you this now my friends

It was all for you.