The Warrior

by Shiksha Dheda

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Setting out to win the battle,

I leave along with me,

myself and I.

 

The fight is vigorous and brutal.

I lash back with violence;

retaliate with anger.

 

I fight alongside myself,

against myself, with myself,

for myself and inside of myself.

 

The battlefield is appalling-

my blood is spilled.

All my energy wasted.

 

Ill-fate is impossible as

irony rides around the arena

like a fierce stallion.

 

I alone am the victor.

I alone am the

loser.

Author Bio:

 

Shiksha is a South African of Indian descent. She uses poetry(mostly) to express her internal and external struggles and journeys, inclusive of her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Mostly, however, she writes in the hopes that someday, someone will see her as she is; an incomplete poem. 

 

Her work has been featured (on/forthcoming) in Mixed Mag,  The Daily Drunk, Visual Verse, The Kalahari Review, Brave Voices, Glitchwords,  Versification, and others. Twitter: @ShikshaWrites