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
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