"Fight"

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.