they say you only know
who your friends are
in the midst of conflict
the hand that holds your elbow
when you stagger
the word whispered in
your ear
when you come near to giving up
but what do you do when
you have already won
who do you trust
what inspires you to
this urge to fight
are these shadows you box
you say you've gotten used
to the sense of having fallen so often
exhausted, dragging you down
and still you rise
torn and bleeding
to resurrect and resume
the fight instinct taking over
something telling you you're not done yet
you say you want to give up
but you never will
it is not in your nature
even when you seem at odds with a world
that refuses to understand you
and yet you do have some
true friends who pick you up
when you fall
and feed you words of encouragement
telling you your quest is right
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