I wandered these lands,
And took to the seas,
With the rage of war at my back,
The promise of blood ahead.

I saw wonders,
And the remains of fallen lives,
For millennia,
I searched - futile.

I stumbled aimlessly,
Into conflict I couldn't understand,
And with one shot,
I was killed at evil's hand.

I cry,
I will cry,
Because I need to,
Because I'm hurting,
And there's nothing I can do,
To stop the pain,
There's no one to who will listen,
No way to be noticed,
No hope for change,
Each year a trek through,
Cruel brambles cutting my skin,
Thick mud slowing my steps,
A thousand stings and insect bites,
All to get back,
To right where I started,
And start over,
And start crying again,
So I'm sorry if I sound desperate,
If I sound needy or pathetic or weak,
But I am,
I am so desperate,
For just one,
Hint of progress.

From far away,
Beauty becomes,
Greater than itself,
It glares, grows,
Screams stronger,
Catching, capturing,
Your eyes until,
They are no longer yours,
Only ever seeing,
Her.

A faint humming,
In the back of my mind,
A song,
A smile,
Embrace,
Ignored simply,
Because it's always there,
Never leaving,
Always holding,
My hand,
But never noticed,
My always forgotten,
Ambience.

Am I afraid?
Or just looking for an excuse,
To be someone else,
Someone stronger,
Braver,
Able to face up to,
Face up against,
The hand of hardship,
Ignore hate within,
And escape from,
Fear of herself.