Confidence Against Persistence Poem by Mishack Mchunu

In times of injury,
When pain strikes and I continually wince,
There by and after surgery
I stand smart and strong after my body I finished to rinse.

Where my body with tire bend,
It is not made out of steel but out of soil!
Thus I take time and mend,
And carry on with that toil.

In that corner were my mind is slave to disbelief;
I trip and a little further I fall,
Devoured my fate and no hope for relief,
And I shall haplessly rest in defeat once and for all.

There would never be, in that body, persistence
If there is not, in that mind, confidence!