Life is a ruthless opponent in the ring

Disobeying the rules I have learned

Creating new ones by the instant

Kicking me hard

Numbing my senses

And I am already down

Wincing with pain

Staying down is everyone’s choice.

But will never be mine.

So I get up.

Half dead. Half limping.

staggering.stumbling.

but, I couldn’t defend myself

And that was a grave mistake.

Because my body begins to ache

as I receive His knock 

And sooner it’s a black end.

Time ticks as I struggle more

To help myself off the floor

I am on my feet once again

And this time my opponent has a smirk

That I quickly change with a little handiwork.

My body has stiffened with pain

But boundless is the joy I gain

I defeated a mighty opponent.

Who else has done that?

May I dare ask?