I am a warrior, sworn to the cause
seasoned over many battles
focussed on the invisible foe
that hides, under the cover of darkness
fighting, for the battalion of light
the army of gentle souls
no blood is spilled upon this battleground
only ink, ink of many colours
flowing free, as rivers flow free
carving new paths, in and out of the dark
so that others may follow
whether nascent or ripened
in this place of sanctuary
no-one is left behind
and no-one, travels this road alone
each warrior carries a flame
deep within their poetic soul
a sacred flame, protected and nurtured
in the open arms of community
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 