i am not a warrior

 

that tattoo along my left foot

no longer belongs there

i am not a warrior

i am weak

it's a beautifully mild august morning

the only thing perfect about this day

and it is wasted on me

i don't want to breathe anymore

to think   to feel  to exist

if i were a warrior

i would not need that word 

engraved permanently on my body

if i were a true warrior

i would cut that word from my skin

leaving only scars

to add to my collection

inflicting physical pain

to numb the grief

but i am not that brave

8-18-20