Images Pt.2

You turn circle the ring. Your eye is swollen shut and your jaw hurts right where he dropped that upper cut that you'll feel all through next week. Your left eye gleams. 'Cause you know your doing what you want to do all your life. People stare at trophy cabinets stacked with medals and smile. I stare at my face and grimace with pride. You can play tennis. You can play football. But you can't never "play" boxing. When I first stepped into a ring I was 5'7" and 150lb . Fourteen and bursting with confidence. Four inches taller and 30lb heavier and four years in the ring later the most important change in me has been my ego. Once you've been subjected to the physical abuse of a full fledged punch up. You know , no amount of pain will hurt anymore. That's exactly when I walked out of my house. Eighteen. Strong. Beaten and huurting but still dancing to the count. What's a little bit of heart ache for someone who's been hurt more times than ever?

Is that why I