Silenced Warrior

He knows no other way but to lay flowers at her feet
Loving her as he came into this world
With innocence directing his urges
Uncooked and lightly seasoned
Knowing only real
Embracing the light of possibility
Not acknowledging the fear of failure
Welcoming the street fight that will leave novelty and formality
Scattered like broken glass in the schoolyard
Wanting to be there when the dust clears
To wrap her in his soul

He breathes only truth since the year of late night vigils
Remembering the time when he saw her naked
Leading cheers while she wrestled with fate
In her corner to wipe blood off of her face
Wondering why she hurried to find her clothes

There was beauty in the way she survived
Watching white ice melt into puddles of determination
If there is tragedy to be found
It is in her self imposed limitations
It is her way
She has lived it for too long
He quiets his Warrior spirit
To find strength in his patience


© 2010 Keith Horton