It's 5:30 AM in the morning, as my alarm rings
It indicates the start to another excruciatingly long 24 hours
I arrive at training at 6 AM
I work
I sweat
I grind
From there, I head directly to school
Where papers upon papers of work await for me
Assignments upon assignments pile up with approaching due dates Exams upon exams are scheduled, all-coincidentally- on the same day
I focus
I study
I grind
School reaches completion, I then head to my next training session Sleeping on the way, to try and make those dark circles disappear Upon arrival, I become subject to yet another mental challenge Forcing myself to ignore all the politics that surround me
And embrace my love for the sport, however vulnerable it may be
I ignore
I persevere
I grind
Following the 45 minute fitness finale of training and the additional 45 minutes it takes to arrive home,
I begin my literal pound of homework
Dodging toys thrown from my siblings
Avoiding college discussions with my parents
Trying to not think too much about the lack of texts I receive from a certain someone
All while trying to maintain the grades that are acceptable for a daughter of doctors: plural not singular
I isolate
I exemplify
I grind
Finally, Midnight approaches
I grace myself with 10 minutes of solidarity before I succumb to my own dreams Thinking about the physical, emotional, and mental exhaustion I experience
Imagining an alternative life I could have chosen
Praying for good grades, success in soccer, and even luckiness with teenage love
For how can somebody who tries so hard receive so little
The 10 minutes soon decline to 1, with the switch of the light and the application of my pillow
I cry
I sleep
I grind
All the while, Hoping one day that the grind will become growth
And that growth will become seen
Satisfying my grind that never became visible
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