I was a knight once. Between you and me, I was never The King's favourite but I held my own amongst the crowd. That was many lifetimes ago though. Now, I fear I jump at the slightest noise and cower from conflict.
I find myself in a mildly shameful position. One defined distinctly by cowardice and calm at the same time. The heavy weight of all those years of violence and anger settles on my chest and I fear it may crush my now fragile body.
You see, I used to be made for battle and now I cannot stand to go without a rest midday. Perhaps this is the ignorant luxury of a lazy life. I know it sounds bad but i'm so comfortable here- where there are rests and soft words and kind hands.
I was a knight once. I fought hard and endured many battles. Now I sought the comfiest of pillows and finest of footwear. I very much enjoy it here.
I was a knight, once.
Now I fear I have become weak and well-adjusted, unable to battle the way I used to.
I was a valiant knight. Was. Was. Was...
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Poesiacollection of writings from my unhinged girl mind🎀 Completely unedited or beta'd just a girl in her 20's fighting for her life (mentally, physically, and emotionally)
