A Fighter

Every scar.
every jab, every cut,
every punch landed
and every punch thrown,
marking body
or marking soul
as he tries to reprise life,
tries to gather
strength and pride
to stay alive
and fight another day
or another night
or better still
to have that
which is worth the fight,
to hold it close,
to hug it tight
and never have to fight again.
To say he has won
what’s his own
and gained the right
to stand tall,
to call on all
and face each challenger
with words not fists.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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