I Am A Punching Bag
I am a punching bag,
I do not fight back.
I take hit after hit
But still,
I do not retaliate.
Fighters dance around me,
Walloping and whacking,
Expecting a fight--
A fight that never comes.
But still they insist,
As they continue to beat,
To show their superiority
And power through the fist.
Through it all I hang
Firmly
From a chain
Connected to the ceiling
As I sway
From the impact of each blow.
As I rock back and forth,
I catch the fighter off guard,
Pushing them away
As I swing closer to them.
But they are not won over
And continue beating.
This goes on for quite some time
As my exterior wearies and weakens
But I am strong still on the inside
And my fortitude cannot be beat
As one fighter finishes,
And another picks up
Where the other left off.