I Am the She

I am the she who has seen darkness.

I am the she who has looked evil in the eye.

I am the she who has felt its immense power.

I was unready.

I was naïve.

I was sheltered.

So, when I first picked up my sword, it was heavy

And I dropped it.

Evil laughed at me and took a stab.

It was amused with me.

As blood trickled from my wound,

The fear inside me grew.

And when I picked up my sword again, it was cumbersome

And I fumbled it.

Evil laughed at me and took a stab.

It was annoyed with me.

As blood sprinkled from my wound,

The anger inside me grew.

When I picked up my sword, it was burdensome

And I struggled with it.

Evil laughed at me and took a stab.

It was furious with me.

As blood dripped from my wound,

The hatred inside me grew.

When I picked up my sword, it was awkward

And I couldn’t adjust.

Evil laughed at me and took a stab.

It was loathing me.

As blood wept from my wound

Something inside me spoke.

I closed my eyes.

I dispelled my fear.

I dispelled my anger.

I dispelled my hate.

I replaced it with calmness.

I replaced it with contentment

I replaced it with peace.

The power inside me grew.

When I picked up my sword, it felt at home in my hand

And I wielded it.

Evil didn’t laugh at me

And I took a stab.

It had underestimated me.

As blood gushed from its wound,

The fear inside it grew.

I am the SHE you were warned about:

The unintentional warrior,

Not born but made,

Forged by the fires of Hell

And hardened by the endowments of Heaven.

I am the she who has seen darkness.

I am the she who has looked evil in the eye.

I am the she who has felt MY immense power.

I am the SHE.