WarriorA Poem by RoseTreeI am a warrior My weapon of choice is not a sword Not a gun It's not even words My weapon is my joy I find it in my friends, in my family I find it on the shore, washed in by the waves I find it on the pavement, left there by heavy rain I build it with my own two hands It will never stop growing It spreads like constellations in the night sky Each tiny pin prick of light joins together Weaving their stories through time and space You cannot destroy the stars You cannot erase their light Their tales live on Remembered by generations to come And so will we be Our joy, our love, our hope It will live on forever So I will continue my fight I will wield my joy And I will win © 2023 RoseTree |
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Added on July 31, 2023 Last Updated on July 31, 2023 AuthorRoseTreeEdinburgh, United KingdomAboutQueer, neurospicy, 24. I want a place to share my poems and get actual honest feedback. more..Writing
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