Leave me here with the darkness and the doubt. We’ll meet, face to face and hand to hand as we test each other’s mettle.
It will beat me, undoubtedly, but that is alright for now.
A victory here would leave far too many days uncounted for, flattened and dulled with their simplicity.
Give me this challenge and let me face it, let me lose, let my bones be broken and scars criss cross my skin. Let the red blood well from between my lips and stain the back of my hand.
I will rise, tomorrow, I will rise and fight again but now I will rest, beaten, wounded, and shivering. And that is alright.
What glory lies there in a life full of victory? Sting my tongue with the bitterness of defeat, and one day I will not feel it. I will know myself as I stand to face the darkness and the doubt,
And we will meet face to face and hand in hand,
And we will test each other’s mettle.