for a fighter pain is weakness leaving the body

4 a.m runs to watch the sun rise

another day i smell the salt in the air 

hard work and dedication is all i have inside

blood shed to tears i shall fear no man

only god can stop me where i stand

they qeuver at the knees 

they crawl into trees

faster than lighting

fist harder than steal

i am one of the few who will take the risk

 bruises run down my shin kick after kick

waking everday becomes more of a sin

this pain i endure is only a small testament

this pain will not make me give in

with devil inside whispers and you listen

you give up the will to live

i refuse to die

i will never stop

i refuse to give in the weakness that graves in all of us

i will over come it

nothing can slow me down or get in my way

i am the next big fighter

i will show no weakness i will show no pain

 

Reviews

[Evelyn Storm]

You show clear parallels here in this poem between fighting for your life and fighting in sport. In each you must have the same determination and discipline to come out victorious.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous!