DANICA MAE DELLORO
AUDENTIA
DAY
BY DAY,
THE
WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
UPON
HER SHOULDERS GETS HEAVIER,
AS
SHE LAYS DOWN TO SLEEP
BUT
NOT COMPLETELY TO REST
AND
AS SHE WAITS FOR SWEET SUNLIGHT
TO
REACH HER EYESIGHT
FOR
HER TO BREATHE THE SCENTS
OF
COLD MORNING.
ANOTHER
DAY OF FIGHTING,
SHE
THOUGHT.
BUT
DID SHE EVER WIN?
AS
SHE FACES THE BATTLEFIELD
BETWEEN
HER FEARS
AND
HER DREAMS.
ONCE,
SHE PAINTED THEM
BLUE,
BLACK AND GREY.
AND
DESCRIBED THEM AS SOMETHING
THAT’S
HOLDING ONTO EACH OTHER,
LIKE
TUG OF WAR.
ONE
LOSES AND ONE TRIUMPHS.
FIGHTS
AND WARS
ARE
NOT ONLY FOR MEN,
SHE THOUGHT
SHE THOUGHT
AS SHE PUTS HER FEET
INTO THE BATTLEFIELD
FIGHTS AND WARS
ARE
ALSO FOR THOSE
BODIES YOUNG AS THE MORNING,
BODIES YOUNG AS THE MORNING,
AND
MIND,
AS
OLD AS THE SEA.
PHOTO COURTESY: http://blue-shirt.tumblr.com/
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