There is something coming.
The impending doom is approaching.
You can feel the stiffness in the air,
like you do before the storm.
Anticipation. Expectation. Apprehension.
Redy your clenched fists,
Wait for the undefeatable -
the navoidable confrontation.
.
I'm sorry but it crushed you. You lost.
It is on top of your chest.
Can you breathe?
Breathe.
Stand up - stand straight and go forward.
Wether you lose or win, the battle is over.
And now surprisingly,
It feels...okay...doesn't it?
©pastalive
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