| General Poetry
posted February 21, 2020 |
Fighting my battles.
Passive Resistance
My tender heart wears a bruise
when your hard words assault me.
You’ve boxed me into a corner
and wrestled me to the mat;
now, twisting the knife,
you say that I’m a loser.
I hold firm to what I know,
gathering strength while tasting dust.
You think you have the upper hand
while you push me to my knees.
Just look into my eyes –
you’ll see it isn’t so.
You’ve tried to drown my dream,
but my flame still burns within –
cold water just revives me,
though you’ve poured it with hot scorn.
You’ll never dampen my spirit
now I have a head of steam.
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