Who I Am
This,
This is who I am.
A soldier at heart, a warrior Queen.
A gentle
But strong
Soul just beneath.
Bruised and bloodied
Back from the war-
But you’ll never see me dying on the floor.
I survive, that’s what I do-
And I’ll come back from these battles,
I know it to be true.
Much Patience and much time
And I know I’ll be fine.
Though my body is scarred
My heart refuses to become hard
For I will not give up You.
Your word, I’ll remember, remains just as true.
So, buzz my hair I do. Expose all my scars. Because that’s who I am. I am who You are.
I am hated by the world. So we’re-so still ARE You.
Though I’m an innocent, broken girl,
I’m torn apart through and through.
But my spirit will live on
Nomatter if I die.
You hear my plea
My most fervent cry.
For never will You sigh.
Copyright © Olivia Schwickerath | Year Posted 2022
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