The Warrior
A poetic eulogy to a former self
You're the story I tell
You're the reason I fell
I could never get well
Being reminded there's no happy without you.
In every life moment
I felt the opponent
Owed constant atonement
Being reminded there's no happy without you.
Could only hear what you said
All decisions you led
Always loud in my head
Being reminded there's no happy without you.
Then I was forced to turn
To see the bridge I wouldn't burn
Given a hand up to learn
Was I someone who could be happy without you?
My thoughts were corrected
No longer dejected
I was finally protected
And could see being happy without you.
I learned to fight
To stand for what's right
To remain in the light
I experienced happy without you.
It isn't constant joy
That belief will destroy
Resentment will deploy
It stops me being happy without you.
How I now feel
It's sometimes surreal
I will never conceal
How happy I am now without you.
I never could see
That I could be free
And now I love me
Without you.
*Warriors get wounded. They need the help to heal those wounds in order to be healthy again, fight another day, and have their wits about them in battle. Wound severity is a spectrum, but the smallest wound can lead to infection.
Mental health matters and can be the biggest battle one can face. If you have been through a trauma, please be assessed for PTSD.*
About the Creator
Susanne McCabe
Favorite Quote: The wise old oak is simply the nut that held its ground.
Wanderer, Witch, Warrior
Survivor
Single mom ruling a household on the Spectrum with style and stumbles
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