My Battle, My Resistance

My armor,
forged inside me,
by the fires of a raging mind
Many battles lost,
or, so it seems
Oh, but yes,
I still stand
My allies stand behind me
Many times, I retreat to them
They soothe my wounds,
and bind them
In the heat of my battle,
they quench my thirst,
raging fires cooled for a time
My enemy, I know well
He pursues me
Even from my mother’s womb
A demon, I think,
Hungry, for my soul
He is persistent
Even in my dreams
Still I resist
The dragon knows,
He is weaker than I
Breathing fire and brimstone
Into my being
Sucking the oxygen from my scorched lungs
I falter for a moment….

On bended knee, I raise my shield
As I draw my sword the demon rises
I cut off its scaly head
His cold dark eyes still stare at me
A warning, a reminder
Of darkness,
of fire that will return….
My allies and I,
we celebrate for a moment,
as the demons begin to stalk again,
more fearful than I
For I survive,
I stand tall,
I resist them all….
Patsy, 2017

