The upward-ending tip of a negative-curving graph

They once asked

If we looked forward

To trainings

Well I know

I do

On top of the

Cold regularity

That calms

On top of the countless

Hours endured

Under the sun

Like statues

There is one thing

I look forward

To

That is meeting

The lot of

You

Twice

A week

Two blessings

In five days

Of chaos

The seventh batch

The remaining five

Somehow

During those two

Or three

Hours of training

You guys somehow

Manage to take

All

That weight

Away

Introducing me

To new sound worlds

Teaching me

How to dance

Or just watching

And listening

To your amusing

Conversations

On all sorts of things

So

Open

Carefree

Not

Judgmental

No comparisons

And always

Each time

Each session

You'll never fail

To pull out

A genuine

Smile

Or

Laugh

From deep inside

This Abyss

One that cannot

Be contained

Or restrained

Or just simply

Watching the

Plain

Innocence

With all your kiddish

Knick-knacks

Just for a little while

It banishes

All that

Complexity

And through

All the gruelling camps

All the scoldings

All the punishments

The yelling

The pain

The standing

We still stuck through

You guys

May not know

How much it means

To me

To have such a platoon

Keeping me going

Through the tough times

When I really want

To give up

And give in

But just seeing

The five of us

Huddled together

In the smallest

Circle

Making small laughs

Small jokes

The complaints

The whining

It somehow makes things

Feel

Right

Pulling up that

Swinging end

Of the graph

Into a positive

Curve

At the end

Of the day

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