The Warrior
stands
against the time
he looks
at the horizon,
with sadness
on his eyes
he too has been
laughed at,
punched on the face
left behind, ignored,
shamed, persecuted,
fallen down
on his knees...
his skin shows
the scars of war
the symbols
of his fights
he too
feels the pain
but he stands proud
and cut with the knife
merciless
whoever approaches
him
friend or foe
after all
he has forgotten
how to trust
how to care
how to love
he just know
how to survive
Breaking Water
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