Boxer
Yes mom I'll be fine
Don't worry dad I got the combo down
I grab my gloves and head to the ring
Dont forget to cheer loud ok?
My match is next
It's do or die
I wisk away a bead of sweat
And gear up
Time slows
Weighing in at 120 pounds
I don't listen to the words following
Everything is silent
Heart beat steady
The opponent staring me down
I only see a target
With the ring of a bell I am off
Take the offensive my dad said
You call the shots
Jab, cross, hook
Slip, uppercut, evade, right kick
Square out
Steady the pace, youre only 45 seconds in
Clinch, knee one two
Release
I'll never forget that look of defeat given to me by the opponent
The rush of adrenaline soars through my veins
This is the win, take them out
Step to the left, head kick
Sound comes back to me hearing the thud in the ring
They're out
I win
I won
The match is called
I would give anything
Anything at all
To relive the moment my hand was raised in the air by the ref
To look in the crowd and see the faces of my parents
To know what it feels like to be a champion
To succeed in something you earned
It's the best feeling out there
Victory
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2014
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