You may know me as a five foot seven
kindred spirit, expressing love to strangers
in a quiet and respectful manner.
But to get there, I had to survive.
Everyone assumes I would never have a
brawl with darkness, never be in the center
of a wrestling ring, yet that is where I learned
development is a skill you need to harness,
not expect;
Home never had four walls to be a shield
so I had to master emotions and rely on
the effort of moving mountains before me.
Jonokuchi (the lowest division) was always
the hardest as my opponent introduced fist
to chest where bones protruded,
eyes dimming, heart palpitating...
yet I was not left for dead.
The exertion of combating unfamiliar demons
has not disqualified me from being champion.
I forced you out of the circular ring,
in full contact with your mind, plans, soul,
forcing them all to leave these boundaries
for I carry tradition and you carry scandal.
I prevailed, exerting a spirit well worn with
helping others and in exchange, strength
from those who nourished my bones
with positive energy.
I shall not be a lackluster memorabilia-
applause still vibrates though the
Madison Square Garden arena where
my blood serves as a testimony of evolution.
I don't need a translator, for someday
my actions will be an anthem of motivation
for every nation.
My survival will not just be a reference, but
a venerable way to live.
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11/11/13 @ 4:46 PM
Written for Round 2 of Chelsey's Survivor Challenge.
