The sunrise is my alarm, 

I gather myself and courage. 

I step into the ring again. 

The bell rings and the fight begins. 

Each fight wears me down. 

By midday, we stalemate. 

There is no audience, there is no cheering. No corner to hide, no one to confide 

It is just me and today’s competitors. 

Several more rounds and I am done. 

Yet I feel so weak, I do this everyday yet I am tired. But this is my fight, 

if I am going to start it, I am going to finish it. I will be one that walks out the ring at sunset, With a smile on my face. 

Only then, the man in the mirror staring back at me

Can congratulate me.