Fury of troubles throws endless punches.
Innumerable bills and losses jab the ribs.
Grit becomes gloves, holding me upright.
Hope is the guard I refuse to drop.
Tears mix with sweat in every round.
Again the bell rings—no mercy, no pause.
Ghosts of doubt kick when I stumble.
Aches of failure sting like uppercuts.
In the darkest corners, courage breathes.
Never counting myself out.
Scars become lessons, bruises become proof.
Triumph whispers, "Stand again."
Life's arena is rough and ruthless.
Inside, my heart is the true fighter.
Faith steadies the trembling knees.
Endurance wins the final score.
By Teacher Kevin
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