Warrior Soul

I have one heart
and it’s survived a few wars already
and what’s my money
besides a pile of plastic chips
my family’s going to hold after I’m gone
to test their hate for each other
long after they forget the sound of my voice
and my body’s in the ground

Let it all burn
my last lash, dollar, and cent
and honour my soul

That’s the warrior in me
the part that fought to never give up
after 518 days
of more failure than not

© Mary dela Torre, 2017

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