My heavy bag is stained with salt, rings from bouts of the fist and tears from fights with my fears.
As the rings grow, crystallize and erode my many efforts build upon each other.
Pillars of my perseverance, rings of salt unbroken by my promise to never give up.
I cannot let these rings of salt fade away.
If I look back, they vanish
Let the earth soak up the salt that falls from the highest pillars.
And if I fall let the salt build me up again.
