Poem

I messed up today.  I'm posting this poem I wrote years ago that I hope can help others.  Just remembering it helped me......I want to be (the strong me that wrote this) right now I feel like....I need to listen to my old self.


I was a volunteered opponent
Suddenly thrown in a ring.
In my opposing corner - life was fighting.
As the bell rang throught me
To start the first round, frozen I stood there while my world went down.
Life was out to get me, what could I do?
Then next sound I heard started round 2.
Maybe life thought I could handle more pain
So uppercut me with stress, and a hard left with strain.
Then guess what happened?  We started round 3,
Blindly I'm struck - fell straight to my knees.
Barely lifting my face, hardly able to see,
I could hear life laughing down at me.
I'd been beaten like a boxer, dreading round 4,
With life charging at me ready for more.
I had not much to go on,
And nothing left to give.
Only hope left inside me, still longing to live.
I encouraged myself to go the 5th round.
Like a little Mike Tyson, I refused to go down.
Once I made my mind up,
What could life do?
- At that point in moment -
The fight was through.


I don't know what to say except I can't belive my own words are reminding me of ME!  
I hope this helps everyone here that has put time into bringing the old me back........T