When you first saw me there,
You could read my mind,
You knew me like a book,
Our souls are the same kind.
My ears were still ringing,
I wiped mud from my brow,
Got knocked down from behind,
A punch took me out.
I almost gave up,
I lost all my sight,
Until I let frustration,
Fire up my fight.
I take a look around,
The fog is clearing,
My pain is now my strength,
Fear’s disappearing.
With laser-sharp focus,
My battle axe in hand,
There is no stopping me,
Until I take my land.
© Regina Mast 2017