And as I go out of my trance I see
A warrior fighting for the cause with teeth and claws.
But not such warrior I see behind her soft almond eyes.
She is scared of loosing her kids.
She is scared of letting them go out of the nest.
Her nose used to be different but now it has changed for it received a lot of impacts in her attempt of protecting her babies.
What would it change if she hadn't ever met him?
Maybe she'd be living in Australia,
Or married to a swedish version of Santa Claus.
Maybe she would've lived all the dreams she'd dreamed of before.
But that wasn't her faith.
She is in training, she is a new soul still learning about the world.
She is training, she is just a little soldier passing through the big test.
I'm her guide, I'm the one who has to inspect her.
Soon I will be gone, and she will pass
Meanwhile, I have to pretend not to know the plan. Act naive.
She's a warrior, but not such warrior see I behind her eyes.
Her soul is still pure, still clean.
She jumps and aims her fists at every provocament.
She is new, she's just a soldier getting ready for war.
She is scared, but she has to fight in this life.
Jump higher, little soldier.
Jump higher, mom.
Tiny Poems And Other Things T...
By RebeccaGarcia0
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