Written by S.C.Downey
A drip of sweat rolls off her forehead
free-falling in the air in slow motion
before hitting the concrete floor.
Punch, punch, punch.
She grabs the punching bag.
Grips it with all her might.
Letting all her frustration out.
Now her sweat hits the ground like heavy rain
as she punches the bag like a runaway train.
She is tired, but she won’t give up.
As the echoes of her past opponents play in her mind,
she regains her strength and goes at the bag triple time.
It doesn’t get easier, but with every punch she gets stronger.
And, this time the punch is to blame for the fire that burns inside her.