Down For The Count

Down For The Count

I'm not sure what I expect 

when my fingers weep

my words raw

my heart expanding and contracting 

like an angry fist

throwing my punches in your direction

without thinking of the consequences

The stunning truth 
(words mean nothing)

always catches me off guard

The bell rings 

and I stagger back to the center ring
on the ropes

blocking each blow
(nothing)

until I can no longer feel the impact

In fact, realizing 

that I am no longer protecting myself 

I don't know how not

to give up

everything...

Angela Minard 2014©