Warrior Spirit

An unexpected blow, far from the left field, comes in like bricks to knock the wind from your chest.
As you sway dizzy and astonished, you feel yourself begin to fall and scramble to keep your footing.

Barely audible anymore, the little voice in your mind beckons. "Don't give up now, it's been torture on this long struggle, you can't let it be in vain."

NO!! Your heart convicts you not to quit. You'll carry on, like an animal, you'll resist death until the last breath escapes your chest.

A deafening sound like thunder rings in your ears while catastrophic forces crash into your body. There are phantoms, moving swift and unseen.

The onlookers wonder how much you can withstand, but ever absent is the referee. There is none to cease the brutality.

Your mind is in a conflict with your will to survive. Enduring each lashing, devestation delivered with each strike.

You're left defenseless and kneeling before the force growing stronger. You force your mind to believe this is simply an illusion.

Impossible to anticipate the next assault, you collapse to the ground. It's over, you know it, there's no more fight.

You have nothing left to give, the pain is excrusiating. Your last fleeting thought, an ophiny...
You never stood a chance and life just won the battle.

Being born required nothing on your part. No skill or special gift.
Death was as simple as giving up. Ahh... but living that was a war you were destined to lose