In the Dojang

Weariness follows me onto the floor,

Tempered by a few deep breaths.

Anger flings toxins to the air,

Vented through a hundred middle punches.

Sadness stifles and slows,

Excised with movement.

Insecurity lingers in the corners,

Banished by a well timed compliment.

Loneliness tries to trip and trap,

Overcome in community.

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