A Warriors Struggle

A look into struggles that so many of us face


November 2015

Torn and Broken

She lives in a world full of death and destruction. Happiness has been masked by false emotions and traumatic events. Her neighborhood is a war zone, screams and cries are common sounds well into the midnight hours.

Fear, anxiety, loneliness and pain are just a few of the feelings that overwhelm her. She is surrounded by the unfortunate aftermath of a broken system.

She fights in this dark place with every ounce of strength. She cannot be seen by the human eye but her cold gripping presence can always be felt.

She does not sleep and is always on the alert. She longs for peace and desires something more. Something that will heal the pain or at the very least hide it.

If she had a physical look it would be covered in scars. Broken glass with sharp edges would protrude from weak and vulnerable places. The description set forth is a torn and broken soul.


Wounded Soul

You cannot see my wounds. You cannot feel my pain. You cannot hear my cries.

I walk on this earth using the same feet that rushed into and out of harms way. My body is in one piece by my soul is wounded.

The thoughts cloud my head like a category 5 hurricane. The storm rushes throughout my body causing panic and anxiety.

Even though each day is different, the pain remains the same. The damage has already been done, now I must force myself to remain strong.

As I walk through a crowd my senses are on high alert. Head on a swivel and the hunting instinct kicks in. Who is out to get me? Who is ready for a date with the devil? 

I may look like a normal human being. Tattoos, educated speech, witty humor and all of my fingers and toes. What you don’t see are the invisible scars and my wounded soul.

I would not wish these wounds on anyone. Sleepless nights and heated battles with myself. I am my own worst enemy.

Puppet Master

Get out of my head evil thoughts! I choose to cut my strings so you cannot control me like a Puppet Master. 

You bring me to a place full of darkness and misery. You weigh me down like a drug. 

Your wicked ways will be no more in my life. Your controlling hands will be destroyed. 

I demand victory over the hell you drug me through. My strings turn into scars to remind me of the pain but also to remind me I am now free!

As I regain my strength I will not back down. If you come at me then prepare to be cast back to the dungeon of demons you come from. 

I am alive and stronger than ever. Run away before I revoke my mercy you evil Puppet Master!

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