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.