Karma's King

It was the final round. I was fighting with Destiny in the ring. She threw an uppercut that caught me on the chin. She laughed to remind me that she was Queen and she was King.

All the world, all it’s people were directed by Destiny. Everything.

Who was I to fight her or challenge him. I was but a subject to the Queen and to the King

I staggered with my back right up against the ropes. Destiny figured I’d lose faith and I’d lose hope.

I reached deep inside me and tapped all that I had lost. My reservoir filled with energy and fueled in anger from all the emotion that life had cost.

I was a contender not afraid to lose my life, it wasn’t going to be taken, I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I faked to her left I faked to his right. Then I swung with all my sadness, my madness, and my might. The force caught Destiny off guard and dropped her to the floor that night.

I accepted the title. It was quite the sight. As I stepped out of the ring, the belt around me said I was Karma’s King.

Joel Hunter Borrelli

5.2.2020