Raise your fists and do not drop them.
Release your thoughts or be the problem.
You've trained for this moment since the day you opened your eyes.
Of course you didn't know it then, but now you see Lifes prize.
For, each hit to the chin that you take,
Creates a thirst that only blood can forsake.
Choose to get up once you've been knocked down;
Not because you fear weakness but because you want the crown.
Do not fear your opponents and do not fear the fight.
You both crave to be here and to spark the souls ignite.
The timer sounds but do not pray for the end,
For mental retreat inhibits ones ability to defend.
So now choose the weapons that you will take to 'the pit'.
Will you choose determination, pride, power, ego or grit?
Decide to win the fight or you will surely lose.
Life is not always fit for chance, for it can leave a nasty bruise.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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