The Fight

It comes when least expected
It doesn’t care who you are
It doesn’t care what you do

My  battle came last night
The pain awakening me from my sleep
Wave after wave hit me telling me battle was near

Begrudenly I swallowed the pill, the armor
And another, my sword
And finally, my shield

I laid back down
And set my mind to the task
The night became long, but it was fought to a draw

So now I write of my struggle
Today I write of my pain
To tell others they are not alone

I did not win this battle, but I will win others
And as I wait for my next fight,
I lend my voice

You do not fight alone
As I knew last night in my heart
We may not know each other, but we are joined in one cause

We fight for our movement
We fight for our minds
We fight for our peace

We fight to be free


Author: Karlesha

I am a martial artist, historical fencer, yogi, runner, intuitive / empath, diviner and pagan. My passion is learning about myself, where I fit in the world and where I can do the most good.

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