After a month out fasting,
yesterday I returned to sparring.
And what a fight, as it tends to be.
From the moment it hits 6,
time to leave the office,
to the second it strikes 8,
time to step into the ring,
my head brawls.
"Too much work on",
"Not feeling well today",
"First a few lighter sessions...
to get back into shape",
the voices ring.
Right until the first punch is thrown
and the negative energy quashed...
for another week.
Good thing my mum is away for a few days.
She doesn't like me wearing red!