Wrestling

This is the first time I have felt strong.
This is the first time a weakness has made me feel....feel like I was a little more than human.
This is the first time I was able to shed off every part of myself, and be someone else that gave everything.
This is the first time, if even it was just for a moment, that I was treated like a brother...like a friend without having to give away anything.

My soul was thrown against the matt, and I left everything else behind
My bones were crushed against the sweat of my brothers, yet, my spirit lives on in its strength.

What is left of everything else now, now that I know what "real" is?
Now what's left of me when I put myslef back on, and resume life outside of the matt?

Here....maybe here.....until my dying day.