Peaceful warrior wounded healer.

Sick of being this peaceful warrior only fighting for others not my self

But at the same time I'm loving, want to by instinct do what's right

Be open and caring, despite all the wounds and the damaged health

Which is why I always end up getting stuck in this eternal fight

Dark vs light a poet said a light song doesnt sing on a smiling day but waits till the darkness consumes

For that is when a song of light is needed when the black is deepest and the starkness blooms

I'm still flickering now having burnt against so much I'm running out of wick

I need to be tended to for a while as my hearth is damaged from overuse and neglect

Now smoke is billowing from my cracks and the sparks are flying erratic

Damned if you do and damned is you don't trapped Miltonic hapless romantic

Caught in feeling feelings being authentic in need of anaesthesia

Startled after too much meditation by the brightness of flowers

Or the fact that though I follow them by necessity there are no hours

It's the only way I cope with the burden of the sadness I feel

To know that the moments pass and no matter what beauty and kindness are real

Today I gave the last drink to a lady who'd lived many years

Been doing what I can for people who are sick confused laboured by the hours

I dont have any super power's. So it's just doing my best

Helping people to get by convalesce or rest

Still waiting on a little bit of care and attention selfishly for me

I crave some normal chilled out living plain boring stabiliity