Everytime I try to pick myself up,
I Fall
Life tries to put me down,
Under the weight of its huge boot,
I hate failing,
Constantly Falling,
Everytime I step into the dojo,
Fear spreads into my gut,
Pain lashes at me,
I might drop to one knee,
Pain overwhelming me,
Why do I do this,
The answer is always in the mirror,
In the reflection of my soul,
Wanting to be more than I am,
To push myself to the best I can be,
The pain is still there,
I let my true inner self,
The beast rise from within,
I put on the gi,
With a tingling sensation as I put on my dark belt,
I get humbled each time,
But once that belt is tied upon my waist,
My true face comes alive,
The journey is still long,
But this is one path I shall not walk from,
I may limp,
I may bleed and wince,
But if I have to i’ll crawl that path,
Never give up
It is the way of the dojo