Stressing, sweating, spinning
with my foe
The one I’ve been waiting my whole life to fight
or is it the one I’ve been fighting my whole life?
Waiting for the bell, the permission to step back and breathe
To regroup, to recount my losses and recover them
To have the crowd take its eyes from me for a moment
as I hide my tears
Unseen, unheard, unknown
The one that I must conquer
Over whom victory is a bell away
This is my foe
the one who looks back at me
My foe is without or is it within?
Waiting to show me
That my foe is me