The time I learned the word "fight",
my fists punched the air
not knowing where to hit.
The time I learned the meaning
of the word "fight",
I was 10 years behind my dreams
and the world cautiously moved on.
The time I learned to "fight",
my eyes lost their dangerous glints
and my wrists were more limp.
Then I fought.
A jab released won't refrain the pain;
Drips of blood won't crawl back the wound.
A decade of my timeline became a scar.
There is a lesson to learn here.
2 comments:
Ang lalim Rex... parang may pinanghuhugutan :)
As I get to know my Lord profoundly, I offer to Him the many "fights" in my life. I starkly trust Him no matter how murky the situation ahead is.
Inspiring post!
Thanks Ida!
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