Never Give Up

Everyone told me, never give up.
Take the hits, turn the other cheek.
"Be big."

At least, bigger than the other.
Get back up and brush off the dirt.
Could I?

When the shame was too much to bear,
my reputation torn to shreds,
I fled.

9 lines, Synchronicity form ▼

"Synchronicity" (The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas.