With every blow

Stand strong! I stand in shiver. Going 2,000 mph I wait for its arrival. With my fist in a ball, my feet griping the ground, I wait for every blow. Shot to the leg, so I can't move. Shot in the arms so I can't defend. Shot to the mind so I can't think. Shot to the heart, so I can't feel, where I can't breath. My body weak, the anxeity over controls and I can't breath. We ask where did I go wrong, what did I do? Strength grows, yet a this moment, I let go. True beauty in a break down, and tear dry on there own. With the candle burning bright, such a small flare, burning bright non the less. It went out, I wondered where it went. It arrived again, brighter. Continuing on with every blow.