A Fight to Win

I'll fight, as always,

A caged animal, wreaking of war and blood,

But he is sweet,

with soft hands and gentle words,

The kindest eyes and a kiss laced with morphine,

I forget the battles,

For he does not care whose blood has dried under my nails,

Or my broken heart beats and ragged breaths,

He has calmed seas quicker than Christ and has shown me more love than any god could,

He is my home and I am safe,

I am safe.

This poem is about: 
Me

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