Standing at the ready,
his fists up, anticipating.
He's bigger than me.
Meaner. Stronger.
My brain screams at me:
Fight or flight! Choose!
I won't run; I'm no coward.
I WILL fight today.
Now I stand at the ready,
my fists raised in anticipation.
Now I feel bigger.
I feel meaner and stronger.
Now let him hesitate in fear.
I'm not one to be trifled with.
Driven by pride. Pure adrenaline.
I strike first, and I hit my target.
I stand my ground.
