Life keeps throwing punches.

She’s determined, she’s gotta teach me.

She misses some, causing no harm.

She nails others,

beat me up beyond recognition.

She keeps striking, but won’t talk…

and I’m beat.

I’m not calling you names this time.

Not calling you overrated.

I have choice, but you have power.

I wish you spoke my language.

If you keep smacking me,

all I have to say is:

I’ve stocked up on Advil.

By tuttysan © 2007

The fight – part II. Prequel: The fight. Photo: Portland Japanese Garden.