All I have

This is all I have left. My gloves, my passion, and my spirit. Nothing else seems important to me anymore. Not after what has happened, and certainly not in spite of what is to come. Ultimately, I long to give it all. To be swift and direct, bringing my enemy down. The crowd cheers, haunting, echoing, painful. Quick like the night, I see only one object, tunnel vision takes me. I am focused. I am alive. I will overcome.