12 September 2012
You're presence was
A jolt, a kick in the face,
A black-yellow bruise on
The pristine life I'd lived
And I've come through
With battle-scars and
My fair share of broken bones,
But somehow the fight
Has made me more alive,
Every wound, every boot-shaped
Imprint from your size thirteens,
Is a reminder that you finally
Kicked me into shape
And made me change
My own reality.
Kick • Opuss № I