Walking away is no easy fight

Boxing gloves

Every time I saw you I became your punching bag

Deflated

Old

Tired.

You punched with such power, such force, such anger

Hit after hit after hit

I collected myself

I got back up again.

And then with one final sucker punch, I was out of theĀ game

Packed up my kit, walked away, leaving my gloves discarded.

The biggest fight of all is ahead of me –

Both the struggle and the ease.

Heart

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