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.

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