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The Boxer

The Boxer
By Matt Johnson

Calm, Quiet, Reserved.
Alone.
The muffled crowd in the distance.
A hood creating a dark cavern,
shadowing the beast within.
Focused silence.
The heart beating slow and heavy in the chest.
Rising.
Thoughts swirl and dance in the mind.
Concentration centered on the challenge.
The walk is not alone.
Friends, family, coaches,
protection from all others.
Sliding between the ropes.
The protection cannot enter here.
The challenge must be faced alone.
Only Support and encouragement can be offered.
The eyes gaze on the challenge ahead.
Body tensing, preparing.
Mind clear.
A bead of sweat glides down the chest.
*Ding*

April 7, 2011 Posted by | Poem | , , , , , | 13 Comments