PUSH

PUSH her down
the treads are there to walk on

PUSH her down
no cry of protest parts her lips

PUSH her down
taking glory in her struggle

PUSH her down
take it in.

The Boxer

The boxer sat inside a room with a face already beaten.
Three fights had left the boxer stunned, confused; but not retreating.
Concussions, knuckles bloodied; kidney punches take their toll.
The boxer played a part in all; it was a starring role.

Those fights long gone, they left their mark.
The battles long since passed.
Did the boxer have the strength for four;
Or take a pass on this new match?

With a steady determination the boxer pranced up to the ring.
The ropes were slowly parted, it was time to do this thing.
The boxer faced the new opponent; looked deeply in his eyes.
Then the boxer dropped on to her knees letting out a strangled cry.

With no more strength to throw a punch, this boxer’s time was done.
She left the ring.
She had her day.
Her moment in the sun.