My Revolution

Standing before the enemy
Clad in armor-
My sword is drawn
My jaw is tight
My shield is high

This never ending War
buckles me-
breaks me,
Yet I stand again

My mirror no longer
reflects a fallen solider
of this internal struggle
Instead I see a woman
rising from her own ashes

The isolated forum cherry is broken:can

very fitting title i might say for the first poem:hail

:) thanks major! :) glad you liked it,did you mean this one...or the first one I posted "soul of a poet"

this title iso my revolution;2guns

Thats really nice I_R! viva la revolution!

OO ok, major :) thank you sweetcheeks!

zero :) thank you also....

lol i dont see zero in here...hes been here 2 minutes and he is allready giving iso nightmares:spit

lmao!! I've lost it....hehehe...oops. mojo i mean!