It hit me.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away
The way Rowdy was knocked face first into the ground
The blood & the gaze
I couldn’t look away
And yet it was done.
The smash of the fists crushing her face
The ref stood up
In horror? Terror? Shock?
Finally he stopped it, but the damage was done
Body? Clearly. Spirit? Maybe permanently.
I thought of her mom
How the first words she’d hear would be
“I TOLD YOU SO” or “YOU FAILED.”
From her mom.
I was sick.
I didn’t know if she would die next
Not from the fight,
From the fight.
The dangers of all or nothing.
If you’re not the mountain, you’re the dirt it sits upon.
To be & want the most.
A price more costly than death itself.
Death is release.
Loss is unimaginable suffering.
Giving everything, nothing is just yours.
Everyone knows, sees, looks.
Kindness wasn’t an option; it has no drive or blood.
There is no nervousness.
Fear is necessary.
Anger is the best cape
Shroud in black & command your fate
Always an antagonist
Nothing to gain as a hero
Everyone watches & wonders instead:
“What will the villan make the hero do next?”
To be the cause, loss is undeniable
Loss of humanness.
The Greeks knew it best but the lesson is still for Rousey,
Even the gods weren’t perfect
Perfection isn’t the defining factor of greatness.
Legends are not made of uncarved clay.
What is marble if left alone?
Unnotched, untouched, it’s a block of stone.
Humility & humanness are not the enemies.
Such is hard to see when the only allies inward are hard & weaponized
Glasses are not given, not worn of choice.
Useless as they are in seeing the self
Until the fall.
A champion of her own will & heart.
Belief in herself above all else.
More thann prepared
But there wasn’t success.
There was no triumph or glow.
Lights were out.
When you believe to be the sun, darkness is more than all-encompassing.
It’s a nightmare.
But real and endless
Until a new day.
But to the sun, all days are the same
All serve higher purpose, last until death
Does darkness end time and worth?
Absence of light, that is the true meaning of darkness.
Beyond repair, the sun may not shine again if it has lost its fire
But sparks are not ignited only one way
Choosing is power
Situation is unimportant
Choice is all-powerful.
Ronda will heal & fight
But not the same.
Once the sun goes out once, its flames never look the same.
Deeper orange? Less red? Auras of gold?
More choices in repair
But allowing the self to know the truth.
The truth of choice.
That is all the difference.
Success isn’t built on a few steps.
Strength is not the refusal to be broken
It is fighting with new pieces, fortified
& soul intact.