Everyone has hurt from their past. Sometimes it is a mild obstacle and sometimes it is debilitating.
The poem below was written by a friend who refuses to let her past hold her captive in the present. She is a brave soul and a strong woman, and I’ll know she’ll end up a champion.
I hope her poem inspires you to find your fighter as well.
Deathmatch: Fear vs. Reality
“A walk within a mind is never a walk at all. It is a fight, tooth and nail.”
I feel the blows.
A right upper cut to the soul.
Duck left, hop back, quick jab.
The crowd goes wild as the battered underdog struggles on in the fight for the ultimate title.
I am a fighter. A warrior. Battling through the lies of my youth, of my life. A righteous anger my bow, truth my arrow, & a desperate ache the wind to carry my weapon to its mark.
A great & reckless need for victory swells in my throat & pushes me on. I will trek through the trenches of despair, the rains of anguish, the fires of suffering.
I will prevail. I am a warrior.