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 warrior song;

Because not even years imprisoned,

Let her forget what was ours all along.

Warrior and empath, finally side by side,

No longer fighting each other;

Empowered to work together,

To love ourselves and one another.

We are one but we are separate,

And I’m finally ready to accept to her instruction;

Warrior and empath components belong together,

Empathy without boundaries is self-destruction.

©️ Wonderland Wanderess