THE WEARY WARRIOR
STUMBLES ON A ROCK.
AND A HAND REACHES OUT,
UNEXPECTEDLY,
UNEXPECTEDLY,
AND GENTLY HELPS HER UP.
SOMETIMES SHE IS CARRIED,
OTHER TIMES SHE WALKS THE PATH
WITH HER SAVIOR
HAND-IN-HAND,
WITH HER SAVIOR
HAND-IN-HAND,
THE PATH THAT WAS SET BEFORE HER
SO VERY LONG AGO.
HER CLOTHES ARE
DIRTY,
TON,
RIPPED.
DIRTY,
TON,
RIPPED.
HER FEET ARE SORE, BLISTERED
AND BLEEDING.
AND BLEEDING.
BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP HER
BECAUSE SHE KNOWS SHE IS CLOSE.
SHE WILL FIGHT THIS BATTLE,
STAY THIS COURSE,
WIN THE WAR.
THIS WEARY WARRIOR
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