Redemption on the mat. (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
I watch as he sits alone
on the last chair, hands clasped
behind his bowed head, drenched
with sweat, hair disheveled, struggling
painfully to catch his breath.
He left the mat without his pride,
without victory, the confidence
he had stepping in manifestly absent.
He was in the best shape of his life,
brawny and as strong as he'll ever be;
should have won, but he didn't.
He approached with arrogance, faltered,
and was subsequently outperformed--
Defeat is the inevitable penalty incurred
when one fails to utilize the benefits of skill
and the wisdom gained from rigorous training.
Wiping away the tears he sighs,
absorbing the shame and yeilding
to the anguish of this moment--
a memory he will never forget.
This lesson has prepared him.
The next time he walks on the mat
his opponent will sense the change
and feel the pain of past mistakes.
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