Of many a night I fought,
I fought until the dawn,
for my soul and my rights
that were reserved for myself
before I took my first breath.

I bargained with life,
and I danced with love
in the moonlight.

I cried on deaths shoulder,
while my heart decided to quicken.

With no ill well,
with emotion and fear,
all this consumes me
with great
passion and skill.

With little pride
and much prejudice,
I fight on until
the breaking of the dawn,
as its light consumes
my heart.

Blinding my purpose
with its fire and light.

Yet still I fight on…

© By Amanda D Shelton


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