The Warrior She Is

If someone asked me what I want to be,
I will say I don’t want to be anything.
I just want to be me.
The happy me that smiled until her cheek hurt.
The sad me that cries ugly tears.
The angry me shouting swear.
The messy me that makes a mess everywhere.
Just the true me really.
That accept myself without any fear.
Basically just the whole me that is not fully here now.
But I know she’s there.
On her way to me.
She just needs a little time.
So until then,
I will fight her battle.
Bravely.
Like the warrior she is.
While waiting for her to come home
To where she belongs.

Sincerely me,
Az.Ra