The Warrior
by Shiksha Dheda
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