Bony knuckles crash into your skull,

sending shockwaves down your spine.

Your reaction is to shrink and cower,

or lay there to moan and whine.

But your pride yells something different,

the complete opposite in fact.

Instead of saying, “shrink and cower”

your pride screams out, “ATTACK!”

And in that moment you stand up,

as adrenaline floods your senses.

You tighten your jaw, clench your fists,

rear back and swing for the fences.

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