A Warrior Princess

 

I don't worry. I am not just struggling, I am a warrior. Worrying is a full-time job, requiring a 24 hour work a day, every day, you worry when you wake up, while in work, when you eat, even while you dream. Instead of a worrier woe-man, I chose to be a Warrior Princess, yes that's who I am.

  

A Warrior princess I am,

I wage wars with head held high,

A warrior, never afraid of wounds,

A Warrior dies dancing that’s who I am.

Trudging hills never trodden by,

Propelled into uncertain territory,

Soul deeply wounded by black melancholy,

Never stooping to fear or sentimentality,

Chasing desires, not waiting for fate to show mercy;

Flowing forth with random delight in stark reality,

Gloom of doom come what may;

Banished all worries, doubts,

I moved onward in the track valiantly,

Imploding yet ebullient in a spree,

Compounded difficulties, hiemal cold manner can’t faze me,

Benign friends express fervency.

Content with mysterious, meaningless, contradictory, hostile,

Unexplainably warm and giving,

Fearfully enclosed minds,

I hurtled the absolute randomness,

On the verge of uncertainty. 

Proffered relations, friends, unfailing support,

Bravado, mercy, pity, arrogance,

A loner rushed forth in the path of life.

“Pretty-nigh impossible!” was told ad infinitum,

Equivalence sought,

Yet situations, reasons, excuses remain distant,

Exactitude of pain has never been meted out to none. 

HALT!!! PATIENCE!!!

I hear people cry,

But I'm at a point of no return.

I’m brave,I rave,

Grave only when repressed,

Crammed with memory, hoarding much,

Endured much, weary of wounds,

Feelings which built up in the War,

Hardened and died inside,

Soul searcher I am,

Reality seems absurdity,

Kind, affectionate friends,

Elevate me, provide positivity.

I still dare to change the things I can,

I resuscitate ceaselessly,

I wage wars with verve

In a point of no return

Yes, a Warrior Princess I am.

Wild bouts upended direction,

Infallible friends formed my legion,

Marched with me without regression,

Flew fearless without reason,

Melancholy replaced by undying optimism,

Turned to memory,

Worries banished, never looked back in history.

Prettify, nor falsify no one,

They are but for a season,

Gathered to escort the lost one,

By way of cosmic expression,

Connected train of thought mitigate privation.

Here comes the season

Of faces blurring and fading away

Like a dream, in illusion.

 Life is Annus Mirabilis!!

 Chained me in an endless cycle,

Not unfolding its mystery afore.

Life is a game of chance;

Granted once;

Temporary stay wagered

To expire, I thus learn;

Entering the reality makes you stand

In a tricky, dangerous position,

Whence, you are at a point of no return.

Thus I welcome change with open arms,

Grow and live vibrantly not in a trance,

Soul dance​,

Immense will billows like towering tsunami;

Summon up the courage to live life once,

Regression dishonor efforts and makes them undone,

Thus I move on with fluency.

Friends not attacked by dubiousness;

Try utmost to form a supportive system;

Don’t believe living in ‘jocund company’

Dying alone in ignorance;

They want to evolve from Darkness;

Tries revamping my life in earnestness;

They are not Friends for a season, but a lifetime,

I hurtle the chaotic reality in their glorious presence,

I resuscitate ceaselessly,

Wage wars from a point of no return.

A Warrior Princess, I am.