Thirteen Ways to Look at a Blackbelt
Darker than the midnight sky
Thousands of wears, frayed ends
Worn by some of the strongest people I know
My childhood gone in the blink of an eye
Hours upon hours
Buckets worth of sweat
From children's classes
To the Tuesday Blackbelt class
Things will never be the same
Perfecting each technique
Countless injuries
Becoming stronger everyday
Tournament team every Sunday
Endless medals and trophies
My proudest possessions
From broken toes to concussions
Never once have I stopped
Pushing through knowing it was worth it
Five hour tests
Two thousand word essays
All for a thick piece of cotton
Wanting to quit, numerous times
Almost bringing my journey to an end
Only the view of my belt keeping me going
Assisting with the Tiny Tigers
Teaching the Juniors
Now head instructor of tournament team
Countless lessons learned
Family like no other
The Dojo was my life
Infinite amount of friendships
Some relationships like no other
What was so special about a piece of cotton?
From white to brown to black
All the colors of the rainbow, fill my basement floor
Filled with memories and hard work
Everything comes to an end eventually
You lose interest and what you thought was everlasting love
But once you are a blackbelt, you will always be a blackbelt