i open my eyes another day for good in one hand i grab the sword given to me to fight the enemy my other hand i open to relinquish the trinkets i cling to a leader often feels alone while i lay still i fight my to give parts of myself to others the deployment that i have chosen is so real, so good, so scary to me it is clear but i fear the enemies that i face every day i want to run, hope takes my hand and stays with me as i decide to walk the good way the first enemy is inside of me i hear it it tells me i cannot i am a loser ez pickins i see it i am so average not a beauty to man so nothing except for hope standing now i fight round two the peopwho say they are family the ones who love me they are so accustomed to me they cant even see the great thing happening they trip me negatively speak dont carry their share dont worry a man cant get in the way of loves plans walking now battle three in front of me the enemy working his way in others, friends we fight over petty things disraction no Read more...