Verdant Battleground

A conundrum.

I am the bride of bravery

Vehement amidst the thistles 

Striding calmly upon the ardors of the soil 

Assured with the company of the wind 

Liberated adventure for justice

Insist my heart to ponder 

Whether or not my heart is fueled enough 

To retain solidity among any other 

For I am brave yet fainthearted, 

My vigor is tested in the flames of pain

Though torment gasses one's will 

I for one am bleary of its scar 

Though anguished of the thistles 

Seizing my skin with its pricks 

I will remain steadfast against its many edges

For I am the bride and foe of bravery

Author's Note

I admit that I am a walking contradiction at times, but I believe that it doesn't make me lesser of who I am.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Contradiction is the first word that came to mind as I read this piece. The speaker seems to have a rich fantasy life wherein she sees herself as a committed warrior for justice. Shortly thereafter, however, she calls herself fainthearted and wonders if she has what it takes to participate in the struggle. In the end she calls herself both the bride and foe of bravery. A case of good intentions, I would say.