WARRIOR

Having a heart stitched and sticky where duct tape had once kept wounds from spilling; once a struggle in prevention to all of me pooling into the toxicity of being human; And now today, I walk only bearing thick skinned scars on my heart in a display of not only my imperfection but in honor of my defiance.

A refusal of submission to the pain in what it is to love.

To love is to battle the unseen vibration from frequencies of all kinds. becoming exposed and, unknowingly to you, silently declaring you a warrior of hearts. On this 17th day of November in the earths year of 2021, I tempt this infinite universe with a striptease of my soul, quenching its thirst to claim me. Taking the power with each moment in my pursuit to remember who I am and reclaim the magic I buried in an effort to protect and preserve my innocence.

I stand confident and accepting of my flaws that I once viewed as my weakness; a subtraction in my own value. So now Seductively awake, and strong-willed- I invoke those daring life by embracing the all of everything it takes to live with your heart open and yet remain still, with a fierce and terrifying battle cry in decibels so low only devils could hear it.

As i ground myself in my truth beneath my feet trembles a thunder. Reclaiming the essence of my spirit has ignited a frenzy, and the aftershocks of disruption quake chaos , rippling the salt and pepper noise with wakes of harMonic Melody... climbing with craving for bagpipes and an itch to Irish dance.

It has angered and disturbed the shadows and friends of devils, where tantrums and curses spike hotter and chance begging karma begin beating into the layers of existence. Rhythmic attacks by an army of sound march their way with an arrogance of glory. Can you hear the drums? You can taste the rumble on your tongue as their approach gains momentum.

Victoriously and beautifully scarred I stand a warrior of hearts fighting for the ones without fear in their chest and a fury in their footsteps, gripping and never forgetting the strength in a smile or the warmth in kind gestures; the empathy in equality; and the sparks that flame fires of hope that cause smoke signals in chance... which then entice possibility; where in that fragile state can gently exhale from the lips of a mother by a kiss to her babies cheek. Ahhh. Victory.