It’s awkward how the fear of losing can be paralysing. Strange, how it can let loose of the grip on strength, practice and hard work.
Strange, how the fear of never succeeding can be so overwhelming.
Strange, how each moment becomes an hour, and an hour’s worth of days, filled with anxiety and terror.
Strange….how, sometimes, it is all on one moment- one moment of unflinching nerve and unwavering valour.
Just one moment of mindless strength.
Just one strike with the sword of faith and the battleground is yours.
The medal might swing from someone else’s neck, but victory is yours.
For faith is power, and overcoming fear…