Resistance isn’t futile

Day 7

Resistance sprang up from nowhere like a psycho jack-in-the-box
And sucker punched me.
In the face.

Resistance has quite an arm.

Flying backwards through the smoke
Crash landing into a puddle
Ashes rain down
For now

Meet my arch nemesis Resistance
His faithful minion is fear

He does not play fair. Villains never do.
Can’t win that way.

BUT he underestimates
stubborn persistence

Refined by fire
Strengthened by flames

Maybe sitting stunned in this moment
But only until the smoke clears

Already I see the flaw in his plan
What he thought might break me
Will in fact help to make me

But that’s what villains are for