Word

In the beginning was the word

There are many beginnings

Not enough words

So I type the words but I feel

No stirring but anxiety

Anger, ripe trilogies of

Heroic offering with armored

Men on horses save

As if in battle scarred

By the years I spent in harness

Myself small child

Restrained and held

To protect me from running afar

I did that ran too far

Can never come home

Years passed I stumbled back

In tiny steps I grew

Aligned to other homes

None served as fortress nor

In tenth degrees did

Fall away protect or

Save me from my hero’s task

Jump on the horse

Hold to your banner

Escape and ride escape ride on

I am here a selfless girl

Inflicting my weapon

Manipulating my banner

Coming home a third time

Building the home myself.

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