poetry

A poem: Warrior

I am a warrior, a fighter… 

I swing, in battles every day, 

Armed with hope, vested in love, 

I fight and fight… 

But I am not alone,

There is an army of those like me…

Noble hearts, soft old souls, 

Never surrendering, caving or resting.

We are conquerors of this life, 

We are warriors of this haven, 

We are protectors of this beauty, 

We are keepers of the light, 

Honouring the true, 

We are the eternal warriors of the soul. 

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