Life Is a Wrestling Match

June 4, 2012
By Anonymous

The bell clangs, the ref blows his whistle,
Two people initiate fighting,
People start screaming.
The fight escalates.
My life is a wrestling match
The shrieking of voices is my home,
The tumbling of two people,
My sister and I
The couch jumps into the air as fighting continues.

The ding of the bell is my dads booming voice
Commanding us to knock it off,
Then peace.
One-person thrusts up their hand;
The other lies on the ground;
They bear good days
And bad, like my life.
There is not score for who’s winning
Just the person’s ability to win
That’s life
The strong survive so long,
The weak perish.
There’s always a winner
Those who choose to stay defeated
Always lose.

The author's comments:
I hope people will see not to give up on their dreams, because those who don't try are the ones who fail.

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