Wrestle
In the ring alone,
Gloveless and silent
The competitor walks down
Challenge in his eyes
Is that what he wants
Who is better, who's stronger
It is my ring now,
I'm in the centre
Yet putting on his gloves
He steals the middle
Interrupting my silence,
My gloveless moment
And I just stand firm
I will not give in
Blow me, black me out,
I will still remain gloveless
In their corner, far away
I won't challenge by a fight
My soul may not feel alright
But I will still stand firm
I will avoid the wrestle
Copyright © Christy Grace | Year Posted 2014
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