A body made of aching bone,
From hours spent within the zone.
A balance struck of win and loss,
To pay the mats their heavy cost.
Each turn, a stiff and salt-stained pull,
A mind alert, a cup half-full.
This heavy pain that settles deep,
Is ours to earn and ours to keep.
I wear it with great pride.
Carried myself with every stride.
Pinning.
Breath thinning.
Run.
Body undone.
A shove.
A sport I love.