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Came to help a warrior true
For this she gives her respect
Each beast that you run through
A kiss each shall then reflect

Yet you wish to dance about
I have a gentle female grace
Home a warrior stays no doubt
I'll meet you in silk and lace

Know i must be back by light
Become a warrior once again
if you wish to again help fight
Then the faster we two will win
There wasn't any pivotal moment

No explicit epiphany one morning that changed things for me

It took me years

Years of dark lonely nights,

Saying to myself " I'll wait one more day, maybe tomorrow it will get better."

Just to see if things would change

I did this over and over again

For years

Usually i won the battle against myself

But a few times I failed

And I tried to let go

3 times I survived.

3 times in 3 years

The last time I had those horrific thoughts

I thought to myself

I survived myself 3 times

I shouldn't even be here today

But here I am

Still alive

Still breathing

And instead of convincing myself I wasn't worth it

The way I had so many times before

I screamed to myself

"I HAVE TO BE WORTH IT. I HAVE TO BE HERE RIGHT NOW FOR A REASON!"

I put the bottle down that night

I cried myself to sleep

In the morning I thanked *** I was still here

I started focusing on the little moments

Like my best friend telling me how much she loves me

My mom thanking me for listening to her worries.

My brother calling to ask for advice about what to get mom for Christmas.

One of my students asking me if I was going to be around until they graduate

Because they dont want me to leave them.

The conversation I had with the server every morning at the coffee shop.

And it was when I started noticing and appreciating those little, positive moments in my life

That things began to turn around

It was all those little bits of human connection, interaction

That is how I survived.

As humans, we live and breathe for human connection

We need to feel valued and we need to feel understood

To any of you still stuck in that darkness,

Connection is the answer.

And to any of you who may know someone in that place

Send them a message.

Tell them you love them.

Smile at a stranger.

Walk to quiet girl from your drama class to her next class.

Compliment the bully on their new shoes.

Help the old lady across the street carry her groceries inside.

We all have a story.

Throw kindness out there even to the people who don't deserve it.

They need it the most.

We need to connect with each other.

Love is all around us.

Connections are everywhere.

Let's survive this world together.

Let's save some lives.
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Slippy slimy slime
Slugging through time
Sublime hate crime
It’s a pain going through mine
• • •
Don’t you know?
What it’s like to fight with all your might
Pity going through
But at the end
You’ve won the battle
A teenager’s chapter
I’m so tired of begging for romance in things that are less than romantic by nature. I refuse to get on my knees and plead to the tune of your hypocrisy. Affection and appreciation in the slightest would subdue this mind that consumes my worth, but second thoughts plague this waking body and fuel your comfort upon thy throne. Disappointment comes easily to a girl who simply picks flowers for their beauty when that is truly all they have to offer. Petals falling with her patience and wilt with her happiness. Good riddance to the man who took for granted a warrior in flesh and basked in the tears that filled his cup. Good riddance to prideful acts that pedestal his motives in the shame of any female who dare fall victim to his cause. Righteous is he who puts himself above others, a victorious smile smitten in vicious tendencies.
Born to be a true warrior
never given the choice
Being muted as a child i 
was not allowed a voice

Growing into this woman
with everyday being a fight
And as a real warrior never 
questioned my very plight

Fearlessly into the battles
in one hand I held my sword
In my other was my shield
striding into monsters hoard

Face to face turned into a 
head to head vilolent clash
As their razor sharp claws 
reached out trying to slash

Dodging to my right then
my left I would then sway
With heavy swings from 
my weapon I would slay

Fate determined my life to
living a warriors crusade
All alone in this hard world
Me, my shield and my blade
I can save myself.
'salva te ipsa' marks my arm, a reclamation, declaration, that this body is mine!

I can love myself.
I can love myself so feircly that not even a thunderstorm dare rain on me.

I can fix my own ******* crown.
For it was my war-torn haands that placed it upon my head.
She wore her heart
On her sleeves,
But do not underestimate
Her power
For weakness.

The fumes
Of the fire
Burn through
Her eyes and flares
Through her blade.

She forged her way
With a crown
On her head
And wearing her scars
Like badges of honor.

She was born
To be a goddess,
Made to be strong,
As the stars will suffused
Within her shine.
Marcella Kay Dec 8
It runs
Through her blood,
Her veins,
And her soul
As she rises.

She is the head
Of more than a thousand
Armies
As she fights her way
Through fate.

She bloomed
From the dark place
As the pain,
She learned to bare
And gave her strength.

She been built
And trained all her life
To fight through
The wars
As a warrior.
Shay Callow Dec 1
Through all of this, I grow strong against the wind and rain,
blooming from the dark place I was buried; growing from the pain.
Vanessa Dec 1
In this sacred place
Within me
Are the eyes I never knew
The wiser version of me
The temple of my soul
Watching over me
Painting out my path
Of who I am
Calling out my name
And who am I?
“Warrior”
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