I am a warrior
Of the soul.
I am a fighter
Of our love.
I am a writer
Of our story.
Yet I am falling,
Falling Falling.
An autumn leaf,
Crushed to the ground,
Beneath careless feet,
I can no longer make a sound.
I am a warrior
Of self conflict.
I am a fighter
Of the truth.
I am a writer
Of self doubt.
I am nothing without the power of the sun,
and respiration is now undone.
With nothing left but dry skin and empty veins,
Can nothing save me? Not even this rain.
Hasna Maliq
