Warrior You didn't ask to become a warrior, nonetheless here you are, half human, half scar; you are healing, by feeling. By allowing yourself go there - to the times life left you naked and bare. And you hold that little girl so scared, let her know...there is a long way to go but you are not walking alone. This floor you crashed on has become your throne and using all you have ever known you have grown, into a version of she, the world had no idea you could ever be. You did not ask to become a warrior but a warrior you have become, a soldier of the sun. Your weapon of choice, is to forgive everyone.