Had to bury the warrior in me. Seeking peace in a black hole of  heart and mind.

In its absence, my remaining voices developed, and grew strength in identity.

But even as they stand strong with one another, and push forward

relentlessly,

desperately,

suredly,

they look to the return of the Warrior to resolve their undue burdens.

Because only the Warrior can resolve them.

You pray to understand the gift that pains you, the one that you cannot segregate. The one that marches you into the fire, over and over.

You pray so often, rely for so long, that you forget your power. Your Warrior.

But the end of the cycle has come and you remember who you discarded. Who you have always still needed. Who you still are.

There is a time for everything, and the time for the Warrior has returned.

Praise joy.

I will not say I’m sorry

You will not bend my mind

I will not rhyme and reason your delusion into mine.

I will not understand you.

Or excuse your ill of way.

No token could persuade me down the path that you’ve arranged.

The luxury you crave will not expense me of my freedom

For you are not a God

and we are none but equal.

The whip you crack keeps lashing back

to scars upon your face

but still you keep on whipping

you can see no other way.

you prayed for my creation

yet you crafted without care

I’m all that you requested

and more than you can bear.

Now I am here to show you

what you don’t want to see

so be careful what you wish for

your beauty is a beast.