Exposed at the highest level.
In defeat she could revel.
In the indubitable truth.
She’d left it all on the line.
A moment fixed in time.
As the final bell did chime.
Lived to fight another day.
To try and win another way.
Put in the work
and make it pay.
This time.
This time.
Bob and weave.
Twist and turn.
Prove to everyone.
That she had learned.
That a fighters spirit.
Could not be stopped.
Just because
she had been dropped.
Final Bell
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