Fight

These moments disperse the pain,
As truth becomes my conviction
And my every utterance a cry for help.
Amidst my pondering and anguish
I find my purpose, that sense of calamity
That brushes away every ounce of pity.
Now this entanglement of my mind
Becomes a fierce passion to correct,
Dignify and prove myself against an attack,
That, in the end, only brings me down.
I can remain whole again to fight and survive
This bitter contact once more.

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One thought on “Fight

  1. Hannah says:

    To me this poem is about the daily battle in each persons own life. You, my love, have an innate ability to create pictures through your written words.

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