Implosion

Red Haired Warrior ... Strength and Weakness
Red Haired Warrior ... Strength and Weakness | Source

Falling to Pieces

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Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel
Tired from Battle
Tired from Battle | Source

12-19-12

Deep breath...
Pant... tears blend with my sweat.
I take a knee and hang my head but not for long.
I am called strong.
They call me a hero just because I battle on.
I hold my sword and take small steps
because my stubborn will wont rest.
I protect that with which I have been blessed
until my body gives out or I am defeated and laid to rest.

Strong vs. unbreakable... They are not the same
I know that I can not continue in this way
Exhausted and tired, with no one to claim
No trusted lover to collapse into, no mate
Such is the warrior's fate
There is no one to heal me when I am at my worst
For my strength is a virtue and also a curse
So many shower their love in the light
But the fierce battle within me is only at night
When I am alone with darkness' caress
I am put to the most difficult tests
The way of the warrior is always to fight
So, I move forward defending what's right
There is always another battle to wage
There is always a charge, always someone to save
I think back and remember my lover's part
How I fell into him and was protected from dark
When I feel that I can combust at will
I take the moment to be still

I suppress that within me which wants to ignite
I keep it together, I fight the good fight
A spiritual connection is what I would need
To rest and recoup and fill the void at great speed
Collapse has been circling me for some time
I try to keep it at bay and strike it from my mind
What I need is not something that you can seek out
Most will never know the heroes I speak about
The ones that would see all that there is to me
And still pour themselves into me relentlessly
He who would cradle me in the warmth of his skin
And tire himself healing me from within
He would see me as different and admire my fight
He would accept me knowing my wrongs and my rights.

The gift that I seek, I may never find
It may be my darkness and me for all time
If so, I will rest when I can and defend
I will lift up my sword and fight til the end
Always a dagger in my hand
I will be strong until my final stand
Defending my blessing thru and thru
For I am the child's first love that is true.


I am tired. How do I ask if I can collapse into you?


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LVidoni5 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon

Keep fighting Moms. Your poetry shows your strength.

Beautiful work and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!

-brian


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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida Author

My Christmas was very nice. I soaked up my princess and the magic.

I will always fight but its always nice to be coddled and collapse. From time to time, its needed.

I love your visits Brian. Thank you!


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James-wolve 3 years ago from Morocco

What a warrior's fate !up and down,she is born to fit.I voted up.


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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida Author

Thank you James! I appreciate the visit and the beautiful comment. :)


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PHILLYDREAMER 3 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

I had a hard time finding the rhythm of this one, but you described a moment of weakness to perfection.


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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida Author

Hi Philly. I actually rarely look for a rhythm. Its like fluid thought. Sometimes I am rhythmic so the work comes out with rhythm but mostly it just flows out of my mind in its messiest forms. This is a favorite. Weakness and strength are fused together in balance.

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