But I want to be a warrior.
not necessarily to attack others but to defend those I love and the things that bring joy to the world.
I want to brandish my sword and still dance through lavender fields.
Scream battle cries but also softly sing.
I have come to realise that the same sword I use to defend
will inevitably birth destruction.
Without that all good things will end,
an unbearable situation.
I am a lover and a fighter.
I want to give with compassion and fight with passion.
Is that too much to ask for?
Is that too impossible to be?
To fight with gentle resistance,
and love with hands that bleed?
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