Battle of Wills
The fists raised and pummeled
It plunged and pulverized
Taken unaware, the victim fell
Struck to a pulp, the spirit melt.
A ray of hope, the spirit breathe
Slowly pull the pieces together, the victim lifts.
Was he standing tall? He did not care.
Breathless he slashed, he slashed and pierced.
He could not squat to stare. Needless to say
He stood his guard, pointless to note
Once beaten twice shy, baseless was it all
Had he given up, nonetheless life threw the first punch.
He would live to tell how he survived
He would boast of nothing but the faith he had
He would write his name in the history of mentors
He did not give up, he survived.
Written by: Olufemi Oladotun