‘Make an example of me, hold me up to the light
If I don’t seem that strong, maybe there’s a strength implied.
Then take a medicine ball, throw it with all of your might,
Maybe it will put some wind back into these lungs of mine…
When I’m blind in pride and I won’t be bent
Though it seems unkind, I’m better for the punch of a friend.
When there’s no recourse, but the most direct
Though it seems unkind, I’m better for the punch of a friend’
– Punch Of A Friend, Duke Special
It is a very specific, exquisitely tortured kind of pain we feel when someone who we care for attempts to hurt us, and succeeds.
That medicine ball is a perfect image as I lie winded, and wounded on the floor.
Oh I will get up. I always do. But I can’t help but masochistically give my ‘friend’ the sadistic satisfaction of knowing they achieved what they set out to do.
I’m better for the punch of a friend.