Sometimes you go to sleep

And wake up a warrior

I did not know what I was falling into

I appeared on a battlefield pen in hand

A universe I filled with my rage

I made another and filled that also

All of them were my blood

This land is my blood and my body

Drink it in remembrance of me

I have always been a warrior sleeping

Fighting for myself

No more

I said to myself

I will have to write like my life depends on it

Because it does depend on it

But I was wrong I have so many people to bleed for

Write with me

 

by Liz Rosema