Champion

Im not a champion in a ring Some days I wonder if I belong in there. I dont have medals hanging around my neck.. I will be honest, not sure what I want. Standing there thinking to myself what did I get into now? How bad will this hurt? crossed my mind a time or two. How else do I get prepared? For the world I live in? I have never had the hatered to hurt someone else. Nor do I want to fight anyone now I need to know my skills will protect me against, more than, a heavy bag, in a gym. I know how it feels to get punched in the head. Need to keep my hands up more than I did. Maybe I should have listened instead. I may not be ready for this, I need to know I can protect myself with my own two fists. Standing there eye to eye. Proving to yourself you won’t run and hide. Do I have it in me? To stand and fight? The feelings that have been holding you captive all this time. No one understands how you feel inside. Never will you tell a soul, the real mess that hides within. I understand the fear that holds you paralyzed. I have fought similar demons at night. Different roads same results. Full of self doubt and anxiety. I know how scary it is to let someone in. Don’t trust, shut them all out. Don’t let anyone see the tears As they pour down and smash off the ground. Holidays are hard when you’re alone. but never forget where you came from. You’re no longer a prisoner to the war you fight inside. Plant your feet and stand your ground Wait to throw the winning punch You’re a warrior and thats enough!