Sta.sh
As I was staring down my opponent who weighed 250 pounds I was way out of my league.
There was no way I can take him on.
With his cold stare, staring down at a small 135 pounds twig
I was going to break in half, I did not care.
I was tired of talking with my mouth and I wanted to let my hands and feet do the rest of the talking for me.
I held my fist tight and my feet were planted on the ground and they were not going to move.
in the back of my head was everything I could lose.
Graduation, my career, college, was it worth it?
Was it worth it to risk it all on a stupid little fight?
He had nothing to lose, I had everything to lose.
Fight, fight, fight, I could hear the crowd slowly chant.
As they watch two blood thirsty monsters out for death.
As the angel came down from the heavens and broke up the fight
I could still hear the devil whispering me in my ear.
You would not win that fight
You were weak
You can’t fight
No one likes you
Just kill yourself, you are only sucking the air from other people lungs.
As I stand on this cliff as I have many of times before this time my hand was being held.
Another angel was holding my hands.
She is the most beautiful creature I have ever met.
She was not smiling
She was sad
She let go of my hand and let me fall off of the cliff.
As I landed in the Devils Stew boiling for the rest of my life I saw her tears.
I could have lost a lot of things in that fight.
But the one thing I could have lost was the thing I love the most.
I climb out of the pot and started to make my way back up to the surface.
I may not be a fighter
I may not win fights
but I know what I have won
I won the heart of a beautiful angel
and I am not going to lose her over a stupid fight, or my life.
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