Missing skin in 23 places.
Bruised in 19.
General pain in 6.
2 broken nails.
Being held together by medical tape,
I'm a modern day Frankenstein.
Fighting for sport is fun.
But the aftermath is hell.
Pain no drugs can fade,
Tiredness that won't go away,
The marks are you're medals that are engraved in your skin,
And explaining that you aren't abused.
The endurance is tough,
The inability to breathe,
The hurt of defeat,
But it's worth it,
There's the post fight glow,
And the adrenaline,
The team support,
And proving to yourself you can do it.
Because no matter how much pain I'm in,
No matter how much I'm being held together,
No matter what the weather,
No matter what the day.
I'll be back doing it again.
Because no matter how hard you get knocked down,
You always get back up.
You have nothing to prove to anyone else,
But you prove to yourself,
You can do it.
YOU ARE READING
The little things
PuisiThis is compilation of little poetry things. Highest in poetry (what's hot) #52 #8 in poetry undiscovered/up and coming Contains strong language. © all rights reserved If you find these poems have been copied or translated without my permission or c...
