Little battles, big warrior.

My eyes burn,

My body aches.

I tell myself: ”Keep moving,

This is not your battle.”

However, the body feels

What the mind shuts off.

Tears fall through my cheeks,

I am not fine.

Disappointment, rage, sadness,

And the worst of them all:

Guilt.

I know it’s not my fault,

But deep down,

We are all guilty of something.

Each bad decision we take,

Each bad step we make,

Bring consequences.

And we are responsible for them.

I’ve hurt people,

I made them cry,

Just the way I am now.

I made them suffer,

As I am suffering now.

Why?

Cause I’m only a human.

A perfectly imperfect human.

Every day, I try to do better.

Bring the best of myself.

And I’m proud…

I’m proud of the woman I’ve become.

Everything I’ve worked for,

Every battle that I fought,

Built who I am today.

So today I fight a new battle,

And I will not let it bring me down.

But for now,

I’ll listen to my body,

I’ll please my eyes,

And I’ll cry.

Because being brave,

Is not about avoiding battles.

Is about facing them.

Becoming a warrior.

And live to the fullest,

Appreciate life,

And all of the collateral beauty in it.