I feel cold
weak, worthless, knowing what I did was wrong, but a trained skill. As I look up into her watering, welled up eyes, I see blood dripping, spilling out of her nose. I look back at the crowd, hearing the chants. The happy cheers. As I turned my head away from the bright, shining, gleaming lights, I look down. I lift up my hands, and look at the all-white gloves. They’re now splattered, the red marks were once never there, the drops of blood not my own. That's when I look back at her, with blood still dripping. Thinking this is wrong, suddenly at once I hear the sharp, ear-piercing bell almost causing my ear to ring. That's when my hands lift back up and I forget: forget the worries; forget my feelings; forget my doubts. And realize I am fearless. I am unstoppable. |
Hayley Roberts says, "I am a female boxer and I wanted to write a piece that shows how I feel and my passion towards the sport." The editors like the emotion and the sense of empowerment at the end of the poem. Haley Roberts is in 12th grade at Lewis Central High School.