He is always there to haunt me, riding my case every chance he gets. Goading me on when I am at my weakest; pushing my face in the dirt when I'm already down on the ground. Even though I have just given my best shot he yells at me to do better. I can fly higher. I CAN do better!
Relentless.
It works. I do get up. I do fight. I am driven. Don't follow the crowd. My heart beats to a different drum. My soul carries its burdens and motivation in one song. All fire. All heart. I may fall but I will get up again...I got up this morning and stared him in the face. I acknowledged the image in the mirror.
My challenger is me.
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