Angry Recovery

It burns within my chest, within my head
Emotional response to being hurt
I’m angry that I almost wound up dead
And now they give me drugs so I’m inert
Well, fuck the meds; I’ll PRN the lot
I’m Ironman and more, and so I still
Can swim, can bike, can run; it’s what I’ve got
And yes, I want to win; and yes, I will
My arrogance is mine; it’s who I am
I’ll kick your ass in any race you name
You won last year?  I couldn’t give a damn
I rested all last year; I’ll run you lame
That burning in my chest will fuel me on
I’ll pass your sorry ass, then I’ll be gone!

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