Where is the warrior? Her fierceness a fading memory Her hoarse roar the sound of past glory Her doubts clouding once clear vision Where is the warrior? She asks with a sigh. When inside she hears a familiar drumbeat The beat of a heart that wants more
So, while her roar may be softer now Her battles evolved with age She looks in the mirror and whispers I am the warrior
New poem. I havenβt written in 4 years. Just trying to get back to it.