it's okay. i want to fight.
and i want to ... no, will win!
wht poisonous words you fling at me to stop me in my tracks -
i duck and they fly over me into nothingness.
and what you do, i'm horrified!
your arrow has hit the bulls eye,
but i shoot one with graceful aim which cuts yours off at the tip.
you tied bonds around me, and i thought you wrapped them well,
but i found a way to slip the knots.
i throw it all off me,
standing up straight,
i am my own.
i'm ready to fight you,
but i have already won my struggle.