BATTLEGROUNDS

BATTLEGROUNDS 

MY INTERNAL BATTERIES HAVE LITTLE JUICE LEFT.
I HAVE WAY TOO FAR TO GO YET.
I’LL PUSH TILL I DROP.
LICKING MY EMOTIONAL WOUNDS CLEAN AT NIGHT.
COME MORNING,
ON WITH THE WARRIOR BOOTS,
STRAP ON MY MENTAL BOXING GLOVES,
FEELING THE WEIGHT OF MY EMOTIONAL BULLETPROOF VEST.
THERE WAS AN IMPORTANT BATTLE TO BE WON.
THERE WERE MOUNTAINS TO BE CLIMBED.
KNOCK OUTS TO BE SERVED.
MY OPPONANTS WERE HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPIONS,
WISE TO IN THE GAME.
HEART WRENCHING BULLETS HAD TO BE DODGED.
MENTAL DISSECTION WAS THEIR SPECIALTY.
WHICH SCAR SHALL WE OPEN TODAY?
SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM, HOW BOUT THE ONE THAT’S STILL OOZING,
DRIPPING WITH PAINFUL MISERY.
GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT,
YOU WON'T CONQUER ME.
I AM A SURVIVOR,
STUBBORNESS WON'TLET ME QUIT.
BORN ON THESE BATTLEGROUNDS,
BEEN AT WAR ALL MY LIFE.
I AM A EXPERIENCED SOLIDER.
I WILL WIN THIS FIGHT.

   L. Mack
     2/10/2010