Knees straight as a rod,
refusing to bend.
Eyes narrowed and piercing,
refusing to blink.
Breath steady as the current,
refusing to falter.
Fists clenched and shaking,
refusing to strike.
Back tall as a tree,
refusing to bow.
Voice strong and loud,
refusing to crack.
Patience may not be a virtue of mine,
but self control is my pride and joy.
