"Don't Say Blast and Wretch"

My fist
Clenched tight
Forms
And is formed
by mountains and valleys
Taut lines drawn across the battleskin of my own flesh

Gripped I am holding as tightly as I can
Fingers curled and melted into palm so as not to come undone
Clasped to say you did this to me and I will not forget
Clenched to knock the living death out of the devil if need be
Raised to shake it at the world in pursuit of release
and acknowledgment of a personal war I did not choose

I reject defeat even though I don’t have the strength to back that up today
I am holding on to life with all I have and don't have
Just trying to survive

And all on a Monday