Warrior
Duty sits on her right shoulder
Honor sits proudly on her left
She has honed herself a warrior
to never cry or become bereft
Her mighty sword fells the enemy,
one after one till they are done
Her inner self is honed in the fire
of every day's brilliant, risen sun
Her empire is more than soldiers,
it is a lesson in listening to the heart's beat,
driving them ever forward with bravery...
never accepting that thing called defeat
79 words © 8 hours ago, Sherry Asbury
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