Once upon a time,

Before you came to be,

You were merely one-

You were two.

You were ‘strangers in love’,

Or so I like to think,

They might unfamiliar be,

Or a family.

You raced for life’s dear sake,

Before you had a fit pair-

A fit pair of feet

Even with a tail- You did not tail

The marathon was packed

There were no given rules

No fair play after ‘the play’

But you won still.

You were small,

You were weak,

You ran that race,

You won the race.

Let that race define you,

Here is your medal!

From the very beginning,

You were a conquistador.


Fighter Girl


She stays awake at night,
Fighting off sleep,
But it’s not sleep she’s fighting,
It’s all her demons,
And those cold blooded spirits
That have threatened to take her out,
They have often frozen her,
Crumpled her body together,
Stiffened her entire frame,
Caused her heart to beat fast,
As though it were trying to run.
They have abandoned her,
Like a cold stone sculpture,
Shaking under tumultuous attacks
Weak as a sick dame
From all the troubling.

But tonight she almost won,
She kept her eyes open,
Blazed her torch in the darkness,
Whenever she felt it coming,
She let her little light shine,
Her eyes wide open,
Tonight she almost won this war,
But sleep threatened to take her,
And so did the demon,
He strangled her again,
Stiffened her thin weak frame,
And she screamed my name out,
I got there and it was already too late,
For it already paralyzed her,
To speechlessness,
Her heart was racing,
Her eyes were faint,
Her arms were weak,
And when she regained sanity,
She asked only for a kiss.
And her body shook slightly.
As her eyes opened up again,
And she said she couldn’t sleep alone.
But let’s not forget
She fought the whole night,
Tried to get away,
And she almost did win,
For it was three when it snatched her
Right before the crack of dawn,
Before the dark of night disappeared,
I pray she overcomes,
That one day,
Her Lord will rescue her.