Cornered
When on some strange and lonely night
the choice is whether to take flight
or stand and face off for a fight,
I hope your soul turns still and white
and that you gather strength and might
to try to find that inner light
and conquer elements of fright.
Muster all your inner sight
and draw you to your furthest height.
All your inner truths recite.
Feel the solution’s tender bite,
your inner armies to incite.
Cast off the threat that holds you tight,
and lift off, soaring like a kite––
free once more for life’s delight.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Fight isn’t much of an option when you aren’t strong and almost everyone is stronger than you. If I can’t argue my way out, I’m cooked, regardless.
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This is what I’m talking about. If you can’t fight physically, use your mind. This has saved my life three times. I think you’d find a way as well.
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How deLIGHTful!!! 😀
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Nice poetry on facing a fight.
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