{"id":64536,"date":"2020-06-27T12:39:44","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:39:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64536"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:39:44","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:39:44","slug":"the-warrior-written-for-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-warrior-written-for-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"The Warrior (written for Hour 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The sleeping fighter<\/p>\n<p>has opened her eyes,<\/p>\n<p>finally awakening<\/p>\n<p>to her potential.<\/p>\n<p>She has screamed<\/p>\n<p>alone<\/p>\n<p>In silence<\/p>\n<p>for too long,<\/p>\n<p>and it is now time<\/p>\n<p>to speak<\/p>\n<p>and let her voice be heard.<\/p>\n<p>She picks up her shield<\/p>\n<p>of inner peace,<\/p>\n<p>cracks and chips visible,<\/p>\n<p>but showing signs of healing.<\/p>\n<p>Reaching down,<\/p>\n<p>her fingers linger lovingly<\/p>\n<p>on the hilt of the most beautiful sword,<\/p>\n<p>born from tears and years of experience.<\/p>\n<p>Lifting it up,<\/p>\n<p>she admires the way the memories<\/p>\n<p>have been built into it&#8217;s blade,<\/p>\n<p>and knows that there are more<\/p>\n<p>to be forged within.<\/p>\n<p>She sheathes the weapon at her side,<\/p>\n<p>and then clothes herself to meet the day.<\/p>\n<p>Her face and her skin determined,<\/p>\n<p>not showing forth the battle scars<\/p>\n<p>that lie within,<\/p>\n<p>her eyes the only window<\/p>\n<p>to that shadowed landscape.<\/p>\n<p>She bows her head<\/p>\n<p>and takes a breath,<\/p>\n<p>then stands tall,<\/p>\n<p>squaring her shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>It is time to answer the call.<\/p>\n<p>She has been placed on this earth<\/p>\n<p>to live life,<\/p>\n<p>good or bad,<\/p>\n<p>to make mistakes,<\/p>\n<p>to do things right,<\/p>\n<p>to show love and compassion,<\/p>\n<p>and to navigate the ever-changing world.<\/p>\n<p>Never alone,<\/p>\n<p>she has support<\/p>\n<p>and hope,<\/p>\n<p>and each day is a new adventure.<\/p>\n<p>Bring it on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sleeping fighter has opened her eyes, finally awakening to her potential. She has screamed alone In silence for too long, and it is now time to speak and let her voice be heard. She picks up her shield of inner peace, cracks and chips&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1224,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[3442,23],"class_list":["post-64536","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-2020poetrymarathon","tag-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64536","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1224"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64536"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64536\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64864,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64536\/revisions\/64864"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}