Lost sting

As I saw the fist swerve towards me I knew this blow would not take me out this time.

When the days seemed fleeting I use to hold on so tight before I lost grip of it. But I know now a new horizon is always at hand.

I will not hold its sting, as if it were a never ending day.

The infirmity a punch delivers has lost its pungency, I am stronger today.

I do not regret the tears I shed yesterday.

If it weren't for the river they created, I would not have a stream to flow upon.

I would not be the woman, the rocks, that make up the streams shape.

Nor know the essence that flows within the wind, in which we do not know from which way it comes and goes.

I am strong and flowing

and all together fluid and delicate.

When my waters are moving,

they will know they are moving because he is the wind.

And when my waters hear the wind,

they will know they will hear words that will finish its strength.