Warrior
There’s a warrior inside me, Who spent years locked in a cage; I’m sorry that I clipped her wings, And left her alone with her rage. I didn’t know how to love me, Therefore, couldn’t love her either; I had the keys to set her free, To let her live, but I did neither. For years she begged and pled with me, To convince me we were enough; But I searched outside for something more, A protector and provider; strong and tough. But that toughness was within all along, I’d just locked her away from the world; I buried her deep within my bruised soul, Never allowing her wings to unfurl. She seethed and resented my empathy, And all the trauma it attracted; She stood for boundaries and self-love, Not broken promises, always retracted. Still she waited for the day, I’d at last see my worth, When I’d say enough is enough, I deserve more; I gingerly reached for the key I always knew I had, Dug deep into my darkest parts and flung open the door. She didn’t greet me with hate, Just her joyous wa...