fighter

the wall rises in front of me,
looming like a monster whose hunger
precedes all human thoughts.

my hands ache from gripping the bricks –
cuts and bruises bloom with vibrant ferocity.

my knees ache from falling too many times from the top,
the left leg bent at an unnatural angle
missing a shoe.

mud covers my legs my face my arms
my mouth tastes of sand,
i can barely see.

wild unkempt unbroken, i try again.

because as long as my hands or legs aren’t shackled
i will always fight.

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