SOC Writing _ 20.3.21

Breaking through

It was never meant to end this way. It was never meant to begin this way. But it has – and it continues to upside down you like a WWF wrester – like Hulk Hogan with a chair upon you – like being double teamed – upon the ropes – you never know when things are going to get hairy. But you are ready – deep inside you have been preparing, training for this time when the world goes ape shit, bat crazy upon you - leaving you wide open and exposed – coming back for more – you breath in quickly and face your opponent – this is your game to play – you know the moves – know how to block and protect – yes – but more so – how to strike – how to parry with this opponent in life – the nether regions of your heart are pulsing – you give your self over to the training – you move when move is called for you – you breath – settle – ground yourself and steady – there – the aggression is there – but controlled – wide eyed and able to land precisely the blow you wish to strike – and then you are on the ground, in the dust – torn pants and the glaring eyes – are you up for more?! Yes, I’ll go another round – though my forearms hurt – you see the others slinking on the ground – this is my fight! This is my life! I’ll fucking live it until the other backs down – stay in the dance – see where it leads – stay grounded – find your feet – dance a bit – make it beautiful - make it all beautiful – you know you are walking under ground – matching pace with your above ground body – you are – held – you matter - you have this - this life. You are upon the ground made for you and in an instant will become another force of nature – blowing up the premonitions of death and dismemberment with your charm, your sultry gaze and an attitude that says fuck the world.