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WRESTLING I

WRESTLING I   

Sitting still and wondering if there is light to come,
Not perfect with my creator but he always strengthens me,
This is me, not you, not him, not her and mostly not them,
Sometimes we battle with life and my combat started since birth and that’s me,
Always boxed in and isolated, that’s my life stamp, to say.

Lucky enough I went seasons and episodes from bad, worse to worst, Damn what a villain!
At my unremembered age and time, life was at a suicide door still not sure why the door closed on me, Only God knows,
Dead walking but alive and appreciating my presence at the moment,
Cries and screams is my on-repeat song; we live like that us the outcasts,
Sometimes I think am dreaming and will wake up one day and find it’s a better world,
Scanned my memory and found its clear of grudges, and that’s a win for me!

Some So-called wise man once told me to live ordinary, I still wonder what he meant, 
Being an intellectual and praised by many, he advised me to be unknown to my ages and others, to ask? was that knowledge given? I don’t know to this day,
My identity is unauthorized and unclear to me and those close to me, in mind and many databases if you get what I mean,
Saw a country hero manipulated by opposite gender and that’s weakness and cowardice really, and that’s my view,
Pride kills and heard some die with it, that’s a lesson from the elders I pray it goes beyond and reaches.

Self-caring has taught me to always believe in the uncertainties, 
Never had mutual talks with my folks, scattered here and there so strangers have free access,
Thankful, God and my guardian angels always at work, Father Bless those goodies that always have us at heart, Bless them abundantly,
Chaos, Dramas and the unworthy don’t take a sit at our table, that’s a fact and I got many rejections so hope your happy am not at it,
Heavy hearts take endless pain day by day and here we are my brother and my sister so don’t give up yet, till grave time as it’s only the final destination earthly.
TO THE WRESTLERS WOLRDWIDE 

Copyright © Morris Mucho | Year Posted 2026

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