golden gloves

Sometimes you don't realize how hard you are fighting,

Until you stop.

Until you stop and

Rest your arms.


Ease the bobbing and weaving

Against the invisible enemy and

Slow your heart just enough to realize

That what you are fighting

Is no longer present.

That you conquered that enemy

Long, long ago.



And somehow,

After the vanquish,

You forgot to hang up

The Golden Gloves.