The Battle

• Mitchell Battersby, Grade 5, Central Coast Grammar School
• Poetry
• 2012

1st in the 'Far Out 2012' competition

Loss, you drag me to the dark depths of the sea,
A place where pain and sadness must be,
With you reside grief, pity and fear,
And the death of my spirit feels ever so near,

The choice is mine, to give up or to fight,
But, to leave this place I must see the light,
With the weight on my shoulders, the battle begins,
laborious and long, before anyone wins,

With my legs removed, an amputee I must be,
But my disability’s well in the wake of me,
I wheel out of the blocks, after the gun,
As a Paralympian, I have already won.