I thought of many things, but never thought of Warrior. I thought of myself as many things, but never thought I'd be a Warrior. It never came to me. Had dreams, had people speak it to me. I was hidden in the shadows and secrecy, you saw the beauty of an broken Angel. You put me to the test to see if I was strong, but all I did was prove you and myself wrong. This Warrior you speake of, never knew it was going to be me. That hidden spirit, rising inside me, ready for those who try to attack. Take me by the hand, to question who I am. The pictures inside me come to life, waking the dead of night, open my eyes I must be dreaming. This Warrior, am I . I speak it because I've heard it. I want to see it because I've heard that seeing...is believing. Warrior am I. Warrior I'll be.


  • cpjsumrall

    Great poem.I hope you can take a look at mine and comment

  • QveenR21

    Thanks. And sure I will☺️

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