I need to become more in every way.
There is someone on my toes,
Grasping at me.
Reaching to hold me down,
Keeping me stuck in same.
I have to train and get strong.
When you are fighting yourself all your weakness are unravelled.
The next punch is known before you make it.
You can’t move with freedom,
The shadow follows you.
The image in the mirror roaring,
Telling me I can’t do it.
I must do it.
Losing is not an option.
I will get stonger,
Strong enough to not lose to myself.