Holding On...

---you know i always wanted to be able to write a poem but never really got anything to wrtie about...this was something I wrote during the 'grind'...anyway needed to write one for my creative writing slot :)---

HOLDING ON...

And he gets up, yet again,

To be knocked down,

yet again,

but he gets up...still

…

The fight is not yet over,

The bell has not yet rung,

The refree's not blowing his whistle,

just his senses, going numb

…

Another volley

And he is flat on the ground

But courage...he still holds on to,

and hope...stays around

…

The match ...continues

With the pain...aggravating,

his strength...seeping,

and the future ...looking bleak.

…

But, he WILL get up

...still