The Worrior
In my room i feel a great sadness
its like sleeping is no option
has no point
my mind blocks my will to dream
feeling nothing but sadness
floating through my body
resisting the eurge to cry
i wont let it take over me
refusing the impulse
to think of the person who encourages the sadness to spread
trying to block it all out
like a worrior fighting a battle on her own
as the monster she so desperatly fears moves toward her slowly
thinking it is unseen un hured
she knows its there and she uses one of her powers
one of the little she poses and knows
as she casts her spell on the demon infront of her
face to face they are
trying to make her demon fall like hard rain
even though she feels alone
she quickly moves drawing her dagger
and plunging it hard into the monster she fears
it is wounded but dose not fall
as a strong wind blows and hits her body like shards of glass
she summons her inner self to finish the great monster off
her soul takes over
wraping itself around the creature
slowly sucking out its soul
the demon falls as the inner worrior once again
returnes to its body
once again the worrior herself takes controle
slicing the creature open
and gentaly ripping out its heart
symbolizing that she herself conquored the thing she feared moste
and once again regains her powers plus alot more
and she holds the heart keeping it with her as a reminder
that she battled and distroyed the sadness on her own,
that worrior is me.
poem by Sandy Vanity
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