Warrior In The Fire (A Poem) - Christine D'Clario

It’s the dead of night and all I can hear

Is the crackling sound of my thoughts burning

Like ancient coals on the furnace of my mind

Not a path in sight, just a turning wheel

Of the muffled chatter that has me

Caught, running, treading in my soul

And I seek, hoping to find

Yet, I wrestle with someone, a worthy opponent indeed

Weighed, measured, and matched to perfection, with every ounce of my strength

Proven on the battlefield, she spots the scars of all the fights she’s won

Slowly, in the flickering light, of the flaming heat of my palms

I can see hr silhouette and hear hr sounding march

Oh, how I fought her in the dark, so many faceless blows

And now, I feel my trembling heart anticipate the rapidly coming vision of her

face

«Who is this fearless warrior that just won’t let go?»

I ask myself as

Step by step, she enters into the realm of my sight

Then, suddenly, like lumineers, I now can see the face that I’d feared for so

long

As the rays of fire shine golden unto her emerging brow

I know somehow, I sensed familiar questions in my wake

The fierce opponent I’d called, she appeared in stunning glow

And as she smiled I began to know, what all this time I’d failed to see

The valiant warrior enemy, was no one else, but me