[ The sanctuary we built from unsaid words and turmoil feelings, we mustn't abandon its safety even if the bricks crumble to fragments and the fireplace serenades to broken hearts, we must never give up.For we are warriors and warriors never abandon the ones they love.They stand in the ruins of the sanctuary, their pockets laden with secrets and they raise their swords and show no mercy to pain.They let the scars of past loves heal and let go of what once was. They forgive those that have done them harm and made them bleed . They read the same old books but with different plots.They are misfits and artists under different skins.In the sanctuary they revive as time is no dilemma.They could sleep through a thousand years to see the ones they love.They weave their armour from fragile dreams and hopes. Differences and obstacles are beauty in their eyes.Warriors are poets,warriors are those who survived and made it to another year, warriors are the homeless, the sick, the heartbroken.You see we are all warriors fighting our own wars. ]
you are a warrior
I am a warrior
we all are
- margo.
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Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]
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