Once a Warrior

by Cayce   Aug 2, 2012


These sober, summer days
Blend together
leaving a bitterness in my mouth.

I'm weaker these days.
After the blood-blinded battle
you so thoughtfully put me through. 

The scar-tissue still remains.

I aim to please in everything I do.
There's no bite in these words now.
Only the hollowness left
From the fighter who died in my arms.

The only ones that would hold her.

She was a warrior once.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    The title drew me in here... "Once a Warrior" ... at one time you were strong, a warrior... but throughout time and pain, you grew weaker and could no longer fight. Powerful title in itself.

    I love the first stanza, it's breathtaking and has a lot of imagery. I can just see the summer days blending together... they usually do.

    I like the mentioning of scar tissue. Health wise or love or whatever, you have scars. It will forever be there... a reminder of your pain.

    I love the line "there's no bite in these words now." -- you no longer have the strength to stand up for yourself, to say what you want to say.