Unopposed

(poems go here) In the face of adversity I find myself engulfed in darkness Unaware of who I'm fighting But I know I must eliminate them For they are the ones holding me back from destiny My enemies lurks in the darkness, Concealing their identity, waiting to strike I'm anxious -- yet I'm ready! I take a warrior's stance: My legs form a small arch To steady my trembling body. Knuckles the shade of violet are balled in a fist They are willed and bent into a 90 degree angle. Ready to strike at a moment's notice, At the slightest movement I strike I hit nothing but air. At the slightest sound I strike Again I hit nothing but air. At no sight of danger I relax and allow A chuckle to escapes from my rose petal lips. I hear a faint but familiar laughter and ready myself It bellows directly in front me and I strike! My fist is met not with a warm flesh But instead a cold but smooth surface. It shatters on impact! My knuckles turn from violet to crimson Tiny invisible knife pierce my skin I whale in pain The faint laughter grows louder Anxiety becomes fear Darkness becomes light There is only one enemy I stare into my enemy's eyes Into my reflection -- into my eyes! I am the enemy blocking my destiny How did I not see it until now?