Fighting for my Own
While living this life, filled with joy and strife, I’ve always been content with avoidance and pain. Because someone great once felt the same.
My heart has been filled, and is still, with a desire to sacrifice for the poor, the weak, those unable to speak for themselves.
I yearn to assist and aid those who need a little push up the inclement grade, the one everyone starting at the bottom comes to face, as they grow and begin to find their place.
I have felt the stings and pains of going against the grain. I have held my speech, turned the cheek, and have willingly been beat, by those who thought I was worthy only to grovel at their feet.
But I’ve felt the firm guidance of a loving hand, which ushered me forward to where I stand, here and now, a weathered man.
I’ve always considered myself a lover, not a fighter, but one should be both. For people need love, from those around us and above, to fight against sleepless nights, internal plights, and for that which is right.
We need to fight for our own, fighting for ourself and our right to be happy. To grin and bear? To grin and endure? Both are sins I have grown to disdain and abhor.
We should love others, our sisters, brothers, friends, strangers, fathers, and mothers.
But I’m going to climb into the ring and fight, with all my might, from my corner.
I’m worth it, as are you. And the best thing about it? There is no limit to the things we can do.
So at the sound of the bell, give em’ hell!
Troy Michael Kraszewski
April 10th, 2014