There once was a kid who was owned by a sport,
It controlled his life, his dreams and everything of sort.
This sport gave him shelter, strength and need,
Who would have known it also planted a seed,
He will starve and thirst more than the rest,
But soon he will grow and become the very best,
I have to win, for it's my fate,
How can success take so long to wait,
It hurts very badly, all of this pain,
Nothing to lose, everything to gain,
Success has now come, and I'm the champion of all,
Now my name will join others, that are up on that wall,
As I look back it was worth every loss,
Now I own the sport, I am its boss,
A fair life, A fun life, I may never see,
But a Wrestler I am, and I'm Proud to be!
-Unknown

As I sit in my room and I look back on how far I've come and how the road to get here has been shaped it hit me. I had a poem on my wall with all my other medals, articles, and everything else I have about myself and wrestling, I got to reading it and thought I'd share it with you. As my Senior year draws to a close, I realize I may never wrestle again and thought this poem really showed how I feel and puts into words better than I ever could how I feel right now. I hope you will all copy it off and put it somewhere that you can pass it on to other people.

Alex Ryan