Uppercuts

We stood in a ring throwing our best blows

And I was used to the two-punch combo

But wasn’t prepared for the knockout- 

What would throw off all sense of balance. 

I knew the two steps- dancing with a little speed 

Only to miss the right hook. 

Waking up with a black-eye and seeing two-

Enlightenment hitting all too hard and all at once. 

I had to start training. I needed to be one step ahead. 

Learning uppercuts and combos –

Move my feet faster cause next time had 

To be a final blow. It had to be aiming for the kill.

Anger was fueling the rage that would leave no mercy.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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