BEING A WARRIOR

Dreaded memories bounding me in chains

Dwelling on the well of lies

Melodies to my ears

Are the sighs of goodbyes

"Love"- cloaked in lust.

And trust covered in rust

True and kind are rare to find.

Hope has long ago waved a bye.

Still I fight, with the demons outside.

With a bleeding soul, a bleeding body and lost mind

Alike a candle melting steadily

I heal quickly like a soldier in war.

They see me numb.

They see me weak.

They too see me cry.

They stabbed my back.

Stamped me to die

Still like a Phoenix

I rise again. 

Still like a fighter

I will always rise.

saying cheese and will always smile

Indomitable I am

Will rise with grace

Demons they may be

But I am not afraid...