red gloves

A Poem by Jay Ryan

The water won't dilute this gin on ice

I pick up my red gloves, wonder if I will ever finish this fight

Sometimes it's like looking in a shattered mirror,

I see myself; my biggest fear

There is no solution to this pain

I work, I strive, i try to train

Maybe one day, i'll be myself a dear

able to see in an un-sractched mirror

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Added on June 14, 2016
Last Updated on June 30, 2016
Tags: red gloves, boxing, self, self hate, love, word play, fear, sad, strong, train, mirror, vision, vision of yourself, self love and acceptance

My name is Jay Ryan, i have a lot to say for only being 16 so i put it all in my writing. more..

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