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RJ Mount, the young man who won my essay contest before DIII Nationals sent me a poem that he recently wrote about wrestling. He said I could share it.

THE PATH by Rob Mount

The mat echoes the swift rhythm of a foot
deep into its fibers, reflecting off of the hardwood floor beneath.
Sweat drips down like sweet
dew, drip drop to create the music
of a difficult journey.
The door taunts him, offering
the solace of relief from fatigue,
and the promise of lethergy.
But the path does not lead
to the door; it leads to a
painted circle on a glorified rug;
it leads to pain and anguish,
to uncertainty and doubt,
but it leads, which is more
than any door could ever offer,
as a door is the end
and the path is a beginning.