I prefer to fight that which I see
Whether my dreams
Nightmares or lies
Depict the images
I stand forth
Sword in right hand
Shield in armed left
Raging black tides
Crowd me on my pedistal
the nightly rain reminds me
of the solemn blood
that must flow from rivers
It's hard for me to put into words what it was like at home; I've never found just the right example to explain the burden I felt.
As I looked down into my mother's blank eyes, I realized just how terrifying it was to know the person who gave you life was dying in front of you. It haunts me to this day, knowing I almost lost the one person who will love me no matter what happens in this world.
