Warriorless Kin -A Poem

 The hardest thing I've ever had to do

Is fight the unmanageable plight of my birth in this life

Relentlessly pushing on through a life turned inside out.

The only safety was the dark and damp, tongue-tied recesses of my mind.

Excruciating was the drowning and the frozen and the faceless,

Yet, I've learned that was the better alternative,

better than the truth of being a child without protection.

Warriorless kin

Sent off into the desert alone without instruction

Having dived into the abyss

Before knowing what rising out of loss is

A warrior child is resiliency