Bruises littered my skin

Oil on my self destructive canvas

As I kept creeping onward

Pushing past my limits to the very end

A punch to the liver

Just another layer to my canvas

As I painted away

Carving my body to fit the mold of my passions

The bruises that littered my body echoed to the world I was fighting

Tested by those that have already made it

As they looked to see if I had the grit to go on

Although it was brutal

Each day expanded my horizons

For the experts building me had there expansion

Blooming to met the expectations their coach’s put on to them

Now it was my turn

Fighting each day

As I fell into the world of martial arts

Trying so desperately to prove I was growing as my coaches instructed

Although I was nothing but an amateur

I was in love with fighting

That was what kept me going

I had to grow into my coaches expectations

And join their ranks

As a flower in the garden

For I refused to be the weed that stayed behind