Becoming

The battles, whether won or lost, make us stronger and more resilient. As painful as being in an abusive relationship is , being strong and kind in the face of the battle is just enough.

When all was said and done
Battles lost and won
I sat in a broken home
With no one but my body
I kept staring at it
Hating on it
For bruises and scars
Bleeding and weeping
screaming and numbness
For hurting and pain
From who?
A low life man

Could it mean anything, anything all all?
That I starved my soul,
yet stood there so strong and kind.
So could it mean anything,
anything at all?
I lost hundreds wings
hundred times
And I can still fly
I lost track of time
I lost directions and convictions
quite a several times.
Yet I reached here just on time.
Could it mean anything, anything at all?
That with each battle lost, even more I become
And each time I win, even more I become.

Reviews

[zainul]

Love the poem on the continuous battles of life.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and strong thoughts dear Rifatt.
"That with each battle lost, even more I become
And each time I win, even more I become."
The above lines are true. Hard days make easy days better. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote