Warrior

The hands on the clock keep ticking,

The pain in my heart still there

All the more reason to keep kicking

Face fear in the eye with a glare

 

Every moment has led me right here

All the times my heart was broken

Still haven’t caused me to disappear

And the words I need to say will be spoken.

 

Whether it’s my own mind that lied

Or the forked tongue of one I trusted,

The tears I cried will be dried

And pick myself up to be readjusted.

 

I’ve come too far to stop now

And a long way to go still

Because I will keep my vow

All of this won’t break my will.

 

I still have a burning bright fire

I hold the torch, my own flame’s carrier –

I am not just a survivor –

I am a warrior.

 

© Susan M. Moore

 

It’s been a very long time since I’ve written a new poem. Been away taking care of a lot of things and fighting through my depression. I’ve come a long, long way since my depression started all the way back in 2014 and the divorce in 2016.

I’ll take progress over perfection.

Always.

Much love to you all,

 

Susan Moore