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The Ring Of Life
i fought hard for what i believed
twelve grueling rounds
four knockdowns
sweat and teeth scattered on slippery canvas
opponents tormented and suffering
persevering to the final bell
in the end
judges unable to determine what is just
i fought hard for what i believed
twelve grueling rounds
there is no winner
but there is blood on my gloves
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
twelve grueling rounds
four knockdowns
sweat and teeth scattered on slippery canvas
opponents tormented and suffering
persevering to the final bell
in the end
judges unable to determine what is just
i fought hard for what i believed
twelve grueling rounds
there is no winner
but there is blood on my gloves
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
Published 31st Aug 2023
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31st Aug 2023 6:16pm
this sounds like breakup or divorce there never is a winner
great write and keep swinging at least until you where yourself out 💕
great write and keep swinging at least until you where yourself out 💕
1st Sep 2023 2:54am
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1st Sep 2023 6:42am
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1st Sep 2023 6:41pm
Fighting bloody for steadfast convictions is the definition of quality character, imo.
Sadly, even the once thought of as 'the healthiest' of relationships can often end with severe metaphorical breaks and an extremely bloody 12 rounds. We're messy, complicated beings, especially when we feel like we're needing to fight for something so personally important and impactful—despite the wounds taken or given. Brutality in every way imaginable... I wish that no one.
Yeah, absolutely no one wins in the end..
This is a brave and truly consequential poem. I feel the anguish and deeply appreciate you writing out and publishing this kind of meaningful authenticity.
It resonates in many ways, to many people.
Excellent work, KP
🌹💙
Sadly, even the once thought of as 'the healthiest' of relationships can often end with severe metaphorical breaks and an extremely bloody 12 rounds. We're messy, complicated beings, especially when we feel like we're needing to fight for something so personally important and impactful—despite the wounds taken or given. Brutality in every way imaginable... I wish that no one.
Yeah, absolutely no one wins in the end..
This is a brave and truly consequential poem. I feel the anguish and deeply appreciate you writing out and publishing this kind of meaningful authenticity.
It resonates in many ways, to many people.
Excellent work, KP
🌹💙
