The Retreat
A divide in my path, the election of flight
or extract my weapons and prepare to fight?
I would combat forever, if it was worth
The prize of envy and eternal hurt
What if I fought, but still never won?
Fought til my heart had no beats left to drum
Would I come out on top, yet still no victory
Will you ever truly belong to me?
My instinctive army yells I'll never yield
Urges my flight from this battlefield
I kick off the ground and never look back
But at least I retreat with my dignity intact
Jodie Williams for Joe's
I Just Can't Win contest
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2012
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