The darker the night
The stronger my sight
A sense of agony and delight
As the packs gather to fight
The king of another tribe
Rebels of felony, decide to bribe
I belong to my own kind
No tribe, no rebels, I am the king of my mind
A warrior once, never defeated
In any challenge or fight unbeated
The love of my life, my soul, my pride
Betrayed me and my clan to become the rebels bride
Known to many by my name, Baygoon
Often insight amongst the shadows of the moon
A fighter, a warrior, a man of loyalty
No king, no tribe, I bow to no royalty
Deep in the darkest forest, where the ancient ruins fall
I live among the trees, to help those who call
The ruins peak, looks like a primitive pyramid of a kind
A legend holds behind its closed eyes, for me to find
A promise to myself I've made to fulfill,
Till my last breath, my blood shall spill
When the death lord, happens to take me away
I'd welcome it like a warrior and descend from this body, that day...

©sim

Hello My weaknesses

I hope you found a stronger point to hit me this time

Because I have become stronger than you

I have known more about you than you know me
I now can stand a thousand wounds from  your spike

Yes

I no more worry about the hurts i get from you
because I am stronger now
I will prove victorious
                              
                                           I will bounce back

You congratulate me
On every... tiny... victory
Like I am tiny, like I'm a baby
Whose cheerio bowl is emptied
On time with the finale of your meal
And cheered on when I'm not whiny
When fighting this or that ordeal
And like a parent to a child
You tell me that you're proud of me
As if YOU get the reward of pride
As though you built my profile
But through all your ignorance...
I smile
Entertained by anything shiny.

Sometimes
In healing ourselves
We end up
Making ourselves stronger
Than before

Eyes staring, glaring,
Beauty she is wearing,
Weight of the world baring,
Cannot stop her caring,
Everyone comparing,
Swearing, tearing, wearing her,
     Breaking her,
          Fallen down,
               Face down,
                    Flat down,
                         Down,
                              Down,
                                   Down,

                     Shattered...

Small looks despairing,
Silent tears repairing,
Strong and firm declaring.

Too is an opinion
Not a fact

Too varied just means varied with
Personal doubt dragging it down

There is no such thing as
Too intelligent
Too driven

Too doesn't make you weak.

I fight to be too.

You should fear too.

She doesn't own a fighter's body
Neither does she carry weapons
But the thing they have in common
Is... She has a fighter's heart
She fights for her daily bread
The world is her battlefield
She's a lionesses well challenged
Her battle is internal
Between her soul and her body
She chooses to work than to beg
The bread she earns is her trophy