Fighter
Carrying the weight on my shoulders,
That of hers and that of mine,
Always pressing like a boulder,
I say "No worries, everything's fine."
Keeping my head held high,
Convincing myself I am strong.
I hold back tears- she doesn't see me cry,
But it's been too long.
Standing alone, blade in hand,
Anything to make the load lighter.
The blood stops coming, upright I stand.
Perhaps after all, I'm not a fighter.
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