Fighter?

I’m not sure if I’m a warrior,

not sure if I’m a fighter. 

Possibly? 

 

I keep withstanding the storms,

even though they cause damage

each and every time. 

 

But,

am I really winning? 

They’re breaking through me 

more and more. 

 

How much longer until I’m 

                                   

                                    nothing? 

 

Just left over debris that’s been 

torn through? 

Shredded to tiny, worthless pieces. 

How many more of these storms can

I withstand on my own? 

 

And why..

Why must I always face them alone?! 

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