The Warrior’s Creed

Many a time, the world dangles
failure in my face
and darkness extends
till the end of the tunnel

Many a time, I am mocked for my scars,
vestige of my bullheaded pull
through this jungle of life

Many a time, my muscles jump under my skin
and my trembling legs are up close
to my body’s core

Even in those times,
When the weight of it all
promises to be the end of me
My lips, the heroes of my self
come to my aid,
accompanied by the warrior’s creed:

“I will lay me down a while
to bleed, then I rise and fight again”