I could pen my life without a thought.
Hoping with the deed done that time is bought.
Saving myself for another battle.
I look away before I feel myself shatter.
As my sword drops from weary arm.
And my hand tries to fend off harm.
I find myself alone once more.
A child again, unwanted and ignored.
As the pain builds inside me.
I do not run, I do not flee.
I pick up my shield once again.
Dancing with my shadows, I begin again.
Fighting my way through broken rays.
Always forward and never away.