The Strength behind a Soul

Stepping into the room of heat and hell,

Asking myself how did this nightmare begin to tell?

Sweat and pain seems to be internal,

Many days I refused going back because everything seemed so painful,

Now I ask myself why I bothered coming.

Am I capable on overcoming?

My dedication shall determine how much I been learning.

 

Never knew how mentally strong I was until I step a foot into the mat,

Defeat was never on my list; never understood why it had to turn out like this?

Was it because I was just too weak?

Or maybe because it wasn’t meant for me

Getting thrown down by everyone made me stronger as time passed by,

It’s an obstacle I had to conquer even if, I thought it was all a lie, 

I felt useless compared to the others,

But that never stopped me from overcoming.

 

Wrestling isn’t just a sport, but a lifestyle,

A way to let all our emotions out,

It can be a challenge but it well worth it,

It made me grow as a person even before when I was nothing.

Now I see who I am and where I stand,

I defeated the beast and became the tiger,

The tiger that will soon rise.