Yeah right

No, I'll not, not gaze at my bleeding navel
and gnash my teeth; not furrow my brows or
frown anymore at this sullen lack of hope.
I will, though beaten, trudge through
this quagmire. Not throw in a colourless defeat
into the vicissitudes of life - not give into
never. No. I will pick up my mat and walk and
heave, pant, complain, whatever, into the finish line.