I'm knocked down, facing the sky
An epic battle is going on above me
Two, three, maybe four sides
I can't tell who's winning
Or what a victory will entail
How long will the battle go on
I hope not for much longer
Can I end it
I guess
But then no one wins
I can move
But there's no reason to
Will helping the battle along do more damage
Is that what I'm supposed to do
Maybe it'll resolve on its own
The battle burns brighter
And I need the battle to end
Because I'm tired
And would like to be left alone
And I'm not ready for a fight
I roll onto my stomach
Hold my breath
And get on all fours
I am not injured
But I am hurt
I sit on my ankles, sitting up
Looking around at the battle
No one notices how far I've come
The battle surges on
Will it ever end
I bring a leg out, in proposal position
I'm making improvements
I'm getting better
Closer
No one notices
I stand up
Take a sigh of relief
I won the battle
But no one notices
Why is the battle still burning
"I'm standing!" I yell
"So are we," the warriors chant back
They are alive and well
I am alive and well
This battle burns
Years pass and the battle is still burning
There are plenty of warriors left
But I know I am greater than them
I can beat them
I burn brighter than any battle
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.