Written by Destiny Bergeron
Cautious with my thoughts often
Every changing like the rules of engagement
holding my sorrows
Shedding my tomorrows
Like a beast in the summer
I am a war torn soldier
Stationed on the front lines
of good and evil
With my pen as my sword
I pick them apart word by word
Verbs use to destroy
whoever comes forth
Metaphors like arrows
fly high over your head
than rip through your flesh
till you have nothing left
I am savage by habit
Constant forward motion
Like im in locomotion
So approach like your life
Is sacred
you are only an enemy
If you choose to be
my heart is their territory
Worded Warrior 