Richardson and her Riders

No more needles, no more sticks.

Please, no more… “this may hurt a bit”.

Anxiety began to climb as I played your words over in my mind.

It didn’t take long for the unknown to grow… becoming the biggest beast I’d come to know.

Then you appeared, at my side, with a lightening sword so brilliant the monster couldn’t hide.

I carried your name upon my chest while my courage was put to test.

This battle may be mine, but I’m never alone.

You are my champion, poised to take over when I’m tired and worn.

I know your light is strong, how your heart must ache for the warriors who could no longer carry on.

Every morning I embrace a new day, giving you thanks for keeping the darkness at bay.

On those days you’re unsure you can continue, remember these words because I have faith in you:

I am your warrior, you are my sword, together we slay so I can fight on.

I am ready!

I can be brave!

Bring on the needles, bring on the sticks.

I already know…This will hurt a bit.