Champion…
Champion…
And if I ever feel the need to cower,
Remind me.
Remind me of how far I’ve come.
Tell the tales of the wars I’ve survived.
Of battles bathing the earth in blood, O victoress;
Say the name of she who commands an army and pulverizes to dust.
Put a weapon in my hand and as my fingers wrap around it, my blood will boil and slick beneath my veins;
My heart will mimic the palpitations of the deafening drumbeats, my spirit will chant in fervour, the familiar song of the warrior who dies not on the battlefield.
Stand on the loftiest mountain, echo from the rooftops.
Animatedly speak of the demons I’ve slain.
And how I manage to still smile after I’ve drawn a sword out of my bleeding chest.
Tis truth that no coward dares live here.
Remind me of the champion when I forget she lives within the bones of this flesh.
#robbiewrites @radiantrobbie 10.5.19
I wrote this piece as a tribute to my life’s journey. I was at a crucial point in my life and I needed to take a hard, scary decision. I was also tired of being afraid to act about it. I’d put it off for a couple of years, allowing it to subtly torment my thoughts to the point where the boogeyman wasn’t as fearful as before. Now, I was more irritated by it than I was scared. I wanted to get it over and done with and move on with my life.
But I also knew I needed to get my mind right first, because battles are won in the mind, far before the hand draws a sword. I needed strength and courage and the only thing I could do was give it to myself by writing this poetry piece to myself.
It was a “getting my mind on board piece” even in the midst of the fear.
I was an opportunity to draw courage from within by remembering who I was and how far I’d come by the hand of God.
When I was writing this, I was picturing a fierce female warrior, a fiery feisty gladiator dressed in full armour, ready for war. That woman was me; and I was going to eat this problem for breakfast!!!
My life is not perfect; I have scars from the battles I’ve fought and won. Some of those scars are as intangible as they are tangible. Some are light grazes while others are profoundly deep and dark. Nonetheless, I’m grateful in all things.
And who but God can turn our pain into art?
At the end of the day, I know who I am and I know that no coward dares live here. A champion lives within the bones of this flesh.
The daughter of the God of Angel Armies lives here!
It is our year of courage…
My dearest darling, a champion lives within the bones of your flesh! Never forget it!
#robbiewrites #radiantrobbie #champion #yearofcourage
