Fire and Armor

Hello Lovelies,

I know this random, but I've gotten more into poetry writing lately, and I wanted to share my latest piece. Some are happy, some aren't. Some will make you think, some will make you feel. But the best ones will do all of the above. Thank you for your support and kindness.

Kayla

Everyday
she strapped on the heavy armor.

Everyday
she pulled the fire within her veins
to the surface.

Everyday
she walked into battle
ready to do her worst.

Yet,
everyday
she came back more battered and bruised.

And
everyday
she lie down more exhausted.

Everyday,
some more than others,
she wondered how much longer
the war would rage.

Everyday,
especially on the darkest days,
she mourned what had been lost
and what she had yet to lose.

Everyday
she grew more weary.

Everyday
she worried would be her last.

Yet,
everyday
she put on that armor.

And
every day
she gave it everything she had.

Until one day.

One day
she collapsed
under the weight of war and her armor.

One day
the fire in her snuffed out.

And
one day
she slipped into the darkness.

Yet,
one day
someone would say,
"She should have fought harder".

And
one day
someone would respond,
"She raged against that dark,
everyday".