More

I am more than my words
I am more than my body
I am more than my mind
I am more than my jokes
I am more than my works
I am more than my past
I am more than my present
I am more than my potential
I may feel less
But I am more

The Fight

On this dark battlefield I stand

Covered in deep shades of muddied blood

Standing as tall as I can bear

Eyes narrowed and focused

Staring into unrelenting sprays of arrows

They sink deep into the ground around me

They penetrate my armor through to skin

I grit my teeth and lift my chin higher

I march forward for those who fall

They stood by my sides

Chanting and chilled with expectant fears

The enemies cries were deafening in their ears

The dark shades that poured from them weakened their resolve

They fell to the cold soil and cried out

And now their cries are all I hear

They gripped at my arms

Tearing flesh as they dropped

But I must march on for them

Though my skin burns from their nails

Though my blood pumps past my skin

Though the night never may lift to dawn

I must stand tall and march on

Heartfelt Letter

Dear heart,

Heavy in my chest,
Pushing on my lungs,
Weighing down my step;
Be lifted soon.

Sincerely,
-Me