Sword poem

My first try at a shape poem. The poem is sword shaped.

A Sword
I hold
in my
small
hand
shines
I am not ready for the battle
thats been fought
everyday
I have lost
many and
won none
if one can
teach me
how to be
a winning
warrior or
champion
I will learn
quick and
get ready
finally for
the battle
the beast
the arena
today I'm
victorious
tomorrow
again this
big battle
begins
and I
win
it