Her Fight

Sometimes I wonder,
Where is my thunder,

Thunder to fight the growing demon,
My parents mentioned in a sermon,

As the dark night rises,
My mind and soul in crisis,

I feel the silence,
Of the nearing end in alliance,

Strange footsteps I hear,
Crumbling stones in the dark as they near,

In search of the sword I guddle,
Fear in my heart but I still show mettle,

Palms gripped tight,
The faceless demon I fight,

The war wound is so deep,
I feel the pain but never weep,

Am I destined to bring peace,
By fighting this war that will never cease,

Sometimes I wonder,
Where is my thunder,

My thunder is my gender,
Uncontainable and splendour.

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