Warrior at daybreak


Facing down my day
daring me to conquer it
baby, I am armed
with more
than my pride
what I’ve got
ripe sweet fresh
peach from the tree

Each minute–every day
you keep talking
all your trash–you like to
spread around the place
baby you know it
I know more than
I let on

Falling from the tree
and your good graces
as if I would let that stop me
as though your petty cruelty, and
manipulative currency
mean a thing

Inside this space
I give to no one
each day a new start
the pieces of the puzzle
coming together
rising with the sun


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