Extending myself to freely absorb every blow you can bestow…
I may grimace, groan, become weary, vision blurred, speech slurred.
Bloody, swollen, battered
My knees will never bend, you, the antonym of friend.
I defy your presence, rebuke the illusion of power that you hold and I…
dour mixture of
blood, sweat and tears incurred
from your savage tenacity,
I freely give back what you have tendered
down your face
daring you to wipe it aside as
I will not be denied