#littlewarrior
Each morning
before the world begins its noise,
I come to this quiet corner.
Behind clear glass
a small grey rabbit keeps watch—
soft, patient,
like it understands the meaning of waiting.
Around its neck
rests your St Christopher,
the guardian of travellers,
the keeper of long roads and safe returns.
You’re not lost.
You’re not gone.
You’re simply walking
a path that bends away from me
for now.
Your picture sits beside him,
eyes bright with that fearless little smile—
the smile that reminds me
why I refuse to give up.
Because mothers are strange creatures.
We can be broken
and still stand.
Burned by the world
and still carry fire.
Maybe that’s why
they call me Phoenix.
And every day
I leave this small promise here:
A rabbit to hold your place.
A saint to guard your journey.
A picture to keep your light in this home.
Not because you’re gone—
but because one day
your footsteps will find their way
back through this door.
And when they do,
the rabbit will no longer need to wait,
St Christopher will return to your chest,
and the space I’ve kept for you
will finally be filled
by the sound of my little warrior
coming home.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
I have fought.
I have bled.
I have clawed the air for my children
as if my bare hands could hold back a world
that delights in breaking what it cannot bend.
My little warrior… I carried you in my heart,
in my arms, in every pulse of love I had.
And still, the world took you,
and my older boys drift like leaves
down rivers I cannot reach.
And I am left with whispers—
“You are no different. You are them.”
Am I?
Do I carry the echoes of the parents
who made me bleed,
who left me raw and hollow,
who asked nothing of themselves
and yet demanded my life?
I hate it.
I hate the scars, the cracks, the nights
that swallow me in silence.
I have asked the cruelest questions:
Why was I born?
Why this fight, this chaos, this fire?
But I rage.
I rise.
I am flame,
I am storm,
I am the pulse of defiance
that will not bend, will not break, will not die.
I walk through fire,
through shadows that want to swallow me,
through winds that try to tear me apart.
I carry my little warrior like armor,
like hope, like fury,
through skies that spit lightning and ash.
I am not perfect.
I am not always enough.
But I am still here.
And being here is defiance.
Being here is love.
Being here is a war
that I refuse to lose.
For my little warrior.
For the pieces of me that still believe.
For the truth that no system, no shadow,
no cruelty can take away:
I am fire.
I am storm.
I am love.
And I rise.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
I see the world through your wondering eyes,
Tiny hands reaching, chasing endless skies.
Every sound holds magic, every heartbeat a song,
Let it carry you, let it make you strong.
Music once saved me when darkness came near,
May it be your refuge, your light, your cheer.
I see you behind keys, lost in a tune,
And I hope it lifts you, up past the moon.
We want you to grow free, be who you are,
Touch the earth, reach high, chase each star.
Read the words that paint the dreams you hold,
Play the notes that make your spirit bold.
No screen can show you the life you’ll see,
The world is out there—go touch, go be.
We’ll walk beside you, hand in hand,
You’ll find your voice, you’ll understand.
We’re not perfect, no parent is,
But we’ve learned from scars, from the abyss.
Stand strong, speak truth, let kindness lead,
Be gentle, be brave, let your heart plant seeds.
You don’t need to follow the crowd or blend,
Be loud, be quiet, be lost, be found, my friend.
Your story is yours, untouched, untold,
Free to write in colors bright and bold.
We want you to grow free, be who you are,
Touch the earth, reach high, chase each star.
Read the words that paint the dreams you hold,
Play the notes that make your spirit bold.
No screen can show you the life you’ll see,
The world is out there—go touch, go be.
We’ll walk beside you, hand in hand,
You’ll find your voice, you’ll understand.
Money comes and goes, but love will stay,
Laughter and courage will guide your way.
We may have little, but we have enough,
With dreams and heart, you’ll always be tough.
Joy lives in the simplest things,
A song that soars, a laugh that rings.
No need for riches, no need for gold,
Your worth shines brightest in the stories you hold.
So grow, little warrior, strong and wise,
Let your heart soar, let your spirit rise.
We’re here every step, every tear, every mile,
With love that stretches, across every trial.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
You have a bright smile
And you live in a dark world
Life will dim your shine one day
As your age goes up
Your hope will plummet down
Into an abyss of despair
I'm not going to tell you
It will always turn out
okay in the end
Because sometimes
It won't
But I believe you're strong enough to face it all
So I'll give you three words
To cling to through the darkness and the storms
That don't get better
Since some won't
I give you the strongest three words I can offer you
So be brave little warrior
I love you
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC