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.
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Author:
HerTime (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2026 19:24
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Comments1
This may be metaphorical or literal. Life is a sport the same as bull riding or rugby or ice hocky all can lead to aching bones. Nicely done
Thank you! In this case very literal haha. First martial arts competition ever. Indeed, it can be easily tied to life in general!
You are most welcome. Martial arts a great sport that has taken several trophies nationally and state wise in his weight and age and my son used to compete nationally as well
That’s amazing. I agree it’s a fantastic type of sport!
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