learning

you see I never really learned the right way to fight...

I always bend and fold.

I was told it was easier to break and stand, to listen to the scold. 

oh how i could tell you of scars that took a hold, healing, only to break open to re-heal. 

but really what's the point that I'm stressing to make? 

I never truly understood the point of fighting... I never understood the point of a stubborn grandstand. to refuse to hear an opinion if it be differed from ones own. 

I'm in the belief hands were meant to reach out in love... not knuckles white and bare handed. 

I'm in the belief two ears will always trump one mouth... other voices are meant to be heard. 

I was always taught the mind was not meant to be still... that it was made of moving parts to keep going, mainly growing... never was it to be closed off and locked, hidden from the worlds sight. 

the proper meaning of fighting... always seems to escape me. 

but I did learn to battle... to fight darkness with light, despair with hope, and indifference with love.  

it was never about the fight... it was always about the lessons learned...

and as I never learned how to fight... you see I learned how to LOVE