Fight

I fight to hold on.
I fight to let go.
It is a delicate dance, for sure.
I fight to hold on to my dignity,
My life, my belief that some people are good.
I fight to let go of my anger, my envy,
My bitterness.
Every day is a new contest between the two,
Knuckles bare, never a dull moment.
It is not in my nature to be at peace.
On my best days, this conflict turns to fuel.
On lesser days, it turns to mud.
I think I will always have to prove to myself
That I am worth the breath I draw.
Ultimately, that's what this is about.