The Fighter: Poetry


She'd always been
a fighter,
inside and out

The world threw out
left jabs and right hooks,
fierce uppercuts of pain

She absorbed the blows
that drove her to the ropes,
came out swinging successfully
time and again

Yet in her heart,
another boxing ring existed
without a referee 

And to truly win,
she'd have to drop
the mental 2X4 she'd been
beating herself with all her life.


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