I stood there totally gone from reality. It seems you have knocked me off my feet. Taken the wind right out of me. I beg for the lights to go out. Sleep. Where I don't think. Where I don't feel my sore feet and bruised soul. Kind hearts forever walked on yet not forgotten. Shortness of sadness. New day has arrived and my heart still genuine. My body still intact. Raw beauty. I walk fearlessly into the next battle. Completely myself, having shed the torment thrust upon me from yesterday's fight. Do you still walk away with your soul in tact or do you leave pieces trailing behind?