Dear world
I call my myself a warrior
Yet I have fought no battles
There is not blood on my hands
There is no deed I have done
I am not heroic
Yet I call myself a warrior
But there are more worthy of the name of a warrior
They have scars on their wrists or thighs or on their body
They have fought battles not all have seen
They have battled demons of the darkest kind
They have walked out of the snug blanket of darkness
They have seen the world through
They are true warriors
They are not all ok
Some are still fighting their battles
But that's ok
