Extending myself to freely absorb every blow you can bestow…
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.
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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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Very literal and you’re right, there’s no middle ground!
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