Wounded

When I push myself, I can still feel the effects of the wounds of the battles of the past in my arms, my legs, my side, my heart and my soul.

But the pain doesn't hold me back. It pushes me on and helps me reach my potential.

But I don't seek the wounds. Having them has helped me know better how to dodge the blows that will come my way and not face some of the same pain again.

I have learned how to avoid the wounds.

I can only hope that I will one day learn not to inflict them.