Fight of Life
Somewhere in the fight
Like the 1, 2 punch
the 3 and the 4 punch
I throw out the old, the bad, the ugly, a right left combo
jab into your rib cage, right side
You're unfazed
We fight to the music
Ya ya ya ya...
until the bell rings to round one
Done.
Remix the motion and the reality round two
Me and you
Head to head and into the best of the it all
I cant describe the angst or the energy
I can tell you this was the best of the worst
Ding ding round up
Water my aches massage my pains
I'm into the depths of the fight and the battle isn't even half over
he says
she says
punch the ceiling, the wall, the floor
pound the faces, and the places we tread
feet on solid ground with clouds in my head
and the best of the kick start is quick smart to the point
I am in the zone
finishing strong and real into the false advertising
Or the realness of the situation I am in
I placed myself in the ring
I fed myself the lie or the truth of which I can't tell the difference
Except
I can
So I fight to the hardest end I can become
Punch to the ribs, shoulder, chin
DOwn
I am down
Un trusting
Un aware
Way aware to the sounds deafening silence
Up and jab jab jab
Like the ring is my life I am pushing to stay in
Phazed by the selfish natures, impolite features of myself
of them
of the world around me and its happenings I cant make out the resolution
they want an answer
a prayer
a dollar
and all I do is keep my two fists tightly up
rounded in a square protection over my most vital organs
my head
now at last I can taste victory
sweeter than honey from my own bee
and I am there in the ring and I throw the best
and into the left upper side of its chest
I feel again
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2012
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