I Think Im Some Ways I Was Born To Fight

I think I’m some ways I was born to fight

I know that sounds dramatic so let me explain:

I can't sit still for long 

My fists are nearly always clenched 

I’m so hard headed 

It puts mules to shame

I’m mostly made of thin sticks

Draped in paper

With a wiry strength 

Born, apparently, from malnourished muscles 

I was born to fight

And I will

But sometimes I just want to cry

You will be too raw for some. You will be too loud, too big, too fierce, too quiet, too deep. These are not your people.

S.C. Lourie

Sacred Trinkets

I meant it when I said:

I carry this with my whenever

I’m facing something difficult

Or even just need a helping hand

This small trinket

Slips into my hand almost on its own

Providing comfort in the memory of you

So if you can’t be there in person

I still have a small shard

Given by the angel of the forest

This little frog

Brings more than I could ever articulate

But I hope this poem

Goes some way to explaining why

I have a little less fear.

I think that my mother believes

That the threat of forcing me from home

Will encourage me to engage

Instead it fosters resentment

Why must it still be about you

Do you not realise that children

Are like water ?

Try and push them down into shape

And all you’ll have is a more forceful

Rebellion against your threats

Force me from my nest

Watch as I take flight (or plummet)

Either way I’ll take my leave

Without argument

Pack my bags

Start to travel

I hear the churches in Croyden

Are particularly nice this time of year.

why do I try so hard to stay in the dark

when they try so hard to bring me to the light

untrue.

somethimes I think damn I really am just a fucking idiot