Trainer 12/06/07

It's roaring in my ears, fire in my veins, the adrenaline pumps harder until I'm almost insane. My fist clenched, my voice hoarse, pacing the area without a fault. I stare into the distance as time slowly ticks down, although only 2 minutes, I have to go through each round. Each moment is a victory, each moment is pain, each moment is decided by those in play. I wait on the sidelines hoping my services aren't needed, each moment a prayer, the answer, needed. The tension will thicken, the sweat will fall, each move is precious, we have no room for stall. The time’s almost gone, and so is the color of the faces of people, who watch with apprehension. The whistle blows, the victory won, the boys, my boys with satisfaction now drawn on their faces. The adrenaline is gone, fatigue sets in. As my body loosens from the tension, my final prayer begins. I pray to my father, my creator and friend, for the victory won over by my boys’ win. I also give thanks, for he is the one, who kept my boys safe, kept them as one. I take one last sweep around, check all of my boys, smile in contentment and head for the doors. I can now leave in peace. The day now done. My work here is finished, just for today, it starts again tomorrow when the fight then comes at bay.