Warrior

I often wonder what you think
when I become the worst version of myself.
Would you want to keep me a few steps away?
Would my darkness make you hide yourself?
Thoughts constantly lost in a maze
while contemplating passionately impulsive decisions.
If you ever thought my heart was pretty, think again.
Make me a wish:
Whenever I'm knocked down,
you won't leave unexpectedly.
I listen to the storm
while snapping thin combs.
With morning light pouring in,
I'll prove that I can become a warrior.

Author's Note

I often wonder what you think whenever my darkness takes over....