The rain fell like suicide soldiers
I felt alone and afraid
Covered in blood
Not water
But I see this truth
Hard like sunshine
She is a fighter
As am I
In the wake of the truth of my battles
I had to let go of much
Thoughts meant to obfuscate
Needless
There are battles to fight
Realer than real
I am a fighter
Like my Mom
Rest is napalm to my perfectionism
Owning what is, in fact, mine
Relief like rain
Holy water
And I see this truth
Soft like my peace
Ceasing is fighting too
We are warring