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The warrior inside

Hair, short, messy sweaty

Colored by the war in the midnight sky

Eyes encapsulated by the mud of the earth

Battle cry

Thousands of voices

Heart pounds and thumps

Body a scarred temple

Used and hurt

Crimson painting her terracotta skin

Taking in that last breath

Assigned to her kin

She aims with her arrow

Squints her soul

Exhale

Let go

Strikes through the heart of her worst fears

Target…

Her feet blister and bleed

She traverses the humid terrain

Stepping on thorns reminds her of pain

The pain she once knew

But has overcome

The lotus sits untouched in its pond

Glistened in its roots

Golden hue shines

Reveals her

Dawn awakes

And her tears break

Trueness cries out

And her natural face

Freckled and scarred

Nothing to hide

Not this time