Poems

My warrior

From now on, I have my own personal warrior
Let him fight my imaginary monsters
Let him fight me when the whole world hurts
He’s a warrior; I’m just a wound

His
To burn me with hot iron until it heals. To grit his teeth and fight
To protect me from everything is seen and from all that is unseen
To protect me from everything, but especially from him…

Does he know that if he hurts me, he hurts himself?