EVERLASTing

via Daily Prompt: Rearrange

The bell went off.
My vision
was still blurry
from the last blow.
I was struggling
to stand—
like a fly
that landed
in gasoline,
trying
to buzz around.
My opponent,
life.
Every blow
felt like
a hammer
to the stomach.
Every time
I seemed to find
my footing,
another setback:
she’s dead;
he’s dead;
your husband left;
you have a tumor.
Today, I was speaking
with a beloved friend.
Her love,
he had to leave.
He was Kurdish.
She was Irish.
His family
never
would have accepted
her.
I told her,
“Every time
our lives
are rearranged,
we always wonder,
‘How
are we going to make it
to the other side of this’?
Somehow,
we always do.
We are EVERLASTing.”

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