Round Two

It was a lively fight ending with a low blow.

I slipped and fell on my growing puddle of tears.

It glistened in the spotlight but I just didn’t see it beneath me.

A booming voice called, “Get back on your feet!

Your future is still on the line.”

My hopes dangled by a frayed, silver thread.

My feet ache, my face is bruised,

but I slowly grab the ropes and crawled back into the ring.

Tomorrow’s coming at me fast.


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