a creature sworn to war

I was just

a spec of dust once in

the universe.

Before my spirit knew

its petalburst on Earth,

I was just

a tuft of ember drifting like

a feather through

the darkness (as)

we all were—and

little did I know

that you and I

were already together in

the sky like song

of birds.

I do not remember my

soul contract—in that kingdom we

were whispered, cosmic purrs—

but I believe

I must have yearned the right

to love you:

to cradle you with lullabies

at birth.

Perhaps I overlooked the fine-print, (missed)

the sneaky,

hidden terms,

but if the the stars had told me I’d

be chiseling you from daydreams in

the sunlight,

I’d still choose to be ✨your warrior✨ and

fight to bring you life on Earth.

So hear my battle cry:

The daybreak’s an

unyielding plight of

armed and ready soldiers racing

toward me—

rays of sun are swords that stab my

will,

and might,

and nerves (right to)

my core,

but I still face the blood

and ache

and sobbing...(for)

✨for you✨there is no peace{or worth}

in stopping—

I am now a creature sworn

to war.

And I scream these words out loud—

If the stars had warned

(me I’d)

be tracing you in clouds,

I’d still chase sunlight—I'd

still choose to be alive, for

loving you so much (that I)

must daydream you into

existence and fight for you to

live is✨a gift✨and I

will not give up—(I am)

a creature sworn to war.