The Warrior....Byronic Sonnet VIII
Internal volcanoes combust in flame,
The buried impatience that must be heard,
Yet fears the judgement found in others words,
The pride that can never give in to shame.
A heated soul shall not shoulder the blame,
Each battle fought within blood without blade
The true self standing tall to make the grade
As gender flows to a different name.
This force of will that accepts the own self,
No matter how deep it is lost will rise,
A war of senses, sanity and health,
The strength as the mind no longer denies
For in truth freedom brings no greater wealth
As that of love's embrace when a heart cries.
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