Warrior

Found this poem from a couple of years ago, haha, so cute, was before all my serious problems started :/

These battle scars represent me.

All that I am, here and now.

All that I was, there, then.

They represent what I wish to be;

They guide me with distant memories,

With the mistakes from way back then, 

From remember when,

But there's a negative to every positive.

A villain to capture the champion.

To chain him away, a safe secret

Where he rusts,  becomes stiff, easily broken.

Until the villain takes a stand, a 'self declared hero' now that he has no opponent. 

His chest is pushed out in pride, he is judgement.

He is everywhere, so don't bother trying to hide.

He is a harsh word, shouted for no reason,

A look of disgust, blurred by assumption.

An uncomfortable silence, waiting for me to declare I'm unclean.

He is a man pretending not to notice, his attention a gift.

I'm not worthy of receiving.

But I'm tired of trying to hide,

From something that will always be there.

So my champion is rising again,

His armour a metal that cannot be penetrated.

His armour, the metal of course is a metaphor,

Non-existent, for he is naked,

Exposed and yet the strongest he's ever been.

Because I am stronger now, stronger than I have ever know, 

Despite my flaws.

I am a warrior now, 

For the truth is my scar.

Author's Note

Ahhhh, naive little Kenz, not nearly the end of the journey.

Reviews

[JustaManWithaPen]

Great job yet again keep it up!!

[Mackenzie Knitter]

Thanks! :)