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The Fighter

Life is a gamble
In a thousand different ways
We make ourselves vulnerable
To Nature’s forces and to man’s—
Nature being the stronger
While man’s is sinister and evil.

Yet in the main we sidestep tragedies
Until that single moment
Thrust upon us by pomp or circumstance
Without warning
We are trapped
And with each movement
We sink deeper.
Caught and held
With five times our strength
And left to wither and to die.

With no star to guide us
And no outstretched hand to help
We are left alone.
The compacted sand around our legs
Is unrelenting
Defying and mocking us

Until…
In a moment of supreme
Enlightenment
We wiggle our toes
And we find wiggle room
And so we quicken our wiggle
And then we wiggle and squirm
And in a glorious thrust
We pop up and out
To safety.

But what did we learn?
The world is no safer
And we are still vulnerable.

Perhaps…
Whether we win or lose
‘Tis better to fight
In any way we can
To the bitter end
Than to just give up
And quit.