Staring down the Bully

Extending myself to freely absorb every blow you can bestow…

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I may grimace, groan, become weary, vision blurred, speech slurred.

Bloody, swollen, battered

But…

My knees will never bend, you, the antonym of friend.

I defy your presence, rebuke the illusion of power that you hold and I…

spit

gleefully

watching

that

dour mixture of

blood, sweat and tears incurred

from your savage tenacity,

I freely give back what you have tendered

watching

as

it

streams

down your face

literally, esoterically

daring you to wipe it aside as

I will not be denied

by you.

Adversity.

2 thoughts on “Staring down the Bully

  1. Figuratively? Or literally? I think some of us are on the receiving end more so than others….I guess short of withdrawing from society and yourself.
    No choice but to buck up and take the punches. Sooner or later. You grow teeth. Sharp ones.

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