This is a poem, not a blog. :-)

Sucker Punch

Your walls are up

And it throws me off

Way off

I get guarded and don’t know what to do

Signals are mixed and I’m confused and I’m lost

But I’m happy

(I think I’m happy at least)

And isn’t that what matters?

Because it’s always me with the walls

Up

But with you they go down

And you see that

You saw that

And you came right in

Or at least I thought you did

But maybe it is because you only came in for such a quick minute

But as soon as I said you could get comfortable

Have a seat, maybe take off your shoes

Relax and take a load off

That’s when you ran back outside

You ran from me

And now I don’t know what to do with that

Because I’m the one who runs

I’m the one who- when presented with

Fight

Or

Flight

Chooses flight

And I have really learned to find my wings lately

Because I used to choose fight

But I guess I just got knocked out

One too many times for comfort

But look at me now

What was I doing?

What was I thinking?

Fight

Not

Flight

But I was happy

(I thought I was happy at least)

Maybe I just needed to remember how it felt

To choose fight

And one day I will learn

What it means

Not only to just choose fight

But how to actually put up my fists

And not just stand there

For one more sucker punch