The Wrestling Match

We wrestled tonight,
My Demon and I,
A heavyweight bout for the ages.
It clotheslined me to the ground,
And told me I wasn’t good enough.

It followed up,
With an elbow drop,
From the top rope
It calls that move “the confidence killer.”

I responded in kind
With a dropkick of anger
But whether I was angry with the demon
Or with myself
Remains to be seen.

I started to make a comeback
But then the demon hit me
With a steel chair of doubt,
And a suplex of depression.

I kicked out at two,
And went for my finisher
The self-determination driver
A move of stubborn resolve.
I hope I get the pin.

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