FIGHTING

Everyday’s a battle, 

a fight I have to win.

And everyday’s a struggle,

to face my enemy

in a defenseless fight. 

 
Clenching my fist then

gripping the edge of

the bathroom sink,

head bowed afraid to

look up and face my opponent. 

 
Familiar eyes

looking back at me,

and a face so strong

full of doubts, worries

and insecurities.

Her words punching

blow by blow

taking all the pain.

But my restless 

mind and body


still fighting,

still breathing,

still alive.


Blood splatter,

glass fragments,

catching my breath,

asking if tomorrow

will there be another

 fight left in me?

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