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fight
my fight is not with you
it never has been
nor will it be
I am facing myself in the ring
exposed
to my weakness
my sorrow
pain
my joy and pleasure
pushing into my wounds
ripping into the scars of healing
and punching the hell out of my resistance
not throwing in the towel
until I surrender to my soul
softening
and listening to its guidance
coming to rest into what is
ready to love all of you
and all of me