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.