Round One

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.
The next punch is known before I make it.
I can’t move with freedom,
The shadow follows me.

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.

 

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