Outside Chance (repost)
Tonight
I find myself choosing
Between a tough fight
And a soft relinquishing
I have no fear of sweat and blood
Especially my own
I have blinked away salt and sting before
Tasted that sanguine tincture on my tongue
Just as I have gritted and grinned
Guffawed even at the shattering
Of my own sanity
While I shook it off
And got to the business
Of setting it back into place
With a quick jerk and a wince
Harder still is stepping back
And letting his fist fly just beyond me
Leaving only a slight breeze
Which carries with it a faint scent of sweat
And deflated fury
To keep my swollen gaze downward
And let myself listen, for an instant
To shocked silence
A moment of pure possibility
While we wait
To see what I will choose next
Tonight I find myself
–April Resnick
Boxing-2, by Kalel Koven
sometimesihatemycat 
Excellent and visceral
Thank you. It mirrored a very visceral feeling. Perhaps it was successful.