They stand in front of me,
Sharpening their vicious swords.
I stand with my weak shield
and blunted sword.
Ready for a fight I am bound to lose
once more.
Their leader looks at me and smiles.
Almost as if she knows
she has already won.
Their leader gives a sharp cry,
and they charge at me once more
on mighty stallions.
While my soldiers and I
stand defenseless
with beating hearts
and broken arrows.
Their leader comes at me.
I hear clashes from both armies,
but I narrow into the girl in front of me.
We fight hand to hand.
Her sword finding weaknesses in my armor.
My shield becoming weaker than ever before.
My sword doesn't make a mark,
while hers is my downfall.
I fall wounded as she stares down at me.
Not a scratch on her,
while I bleed out.
I look around and realize
my team is no more.
I am defeated again by her.
The leader looks at me and smiles.
That's when I realize I
know my enemies better than
my own soldiers.
Because the soldiers surrounding me
belong to my greatest insecurities.
Their swords are their greatest weapon
against me.
The girl standing over me
is my own mind.
And so,
I surrender again.
Limping from the battlefield,
holding my wounds,
ready for the next fight.
Watching her smile in victory.
Hoping she won't
win the war.
Statement
I wrote this poem to be a revolution of one’s self and show how revolution is filled with hardships. The main character stands against her enemy with soldiers she feels she cannot rely on and a fragile weapon that may break at any minute. Her enemy is revealed to be her own mind, and her mind has the upper hand because how can one run from what makes you who you are? A revolution goes against the norm that helps create society. How can someone defeat what society is? It is hard and filled with difficulties and sometimes leaves you limping from the battlefield, but it isn’t impossible. Nothing is supposed to stay the same. Life is full of change and growth, and revolution helps push that growth. It forces society or yourself to face a problem that was ignored for so long and something that is bound to change because it only causes pain. I wanted to show how a revolution isn’t easy and it’s not supposed to be. Going against what you believed of yourself or what society believed for so long isn’t easy, but it is necessary to live a better life.
Little did I know this poem would fit very well with the topic of the body and what I chose for my website theme. I chose to put this under the category of remembrance because the character is fighting against herself, against a body that she knows well but can change at any moment. She remembers battles long past, which seems to repeat over and over. There is a kind of disconnect with her mind in this poem, and she is not sure how to connect once again.
