There’s a warrior inside of me
she gets me where I need to be
She slays dragons and fights monsters
all the horrific things that haunt her
She is stronger than you could fathom
she finds grounding where she lands on
She sings songs that soothe the soul
when the world around her begins to unravel
She’s always been able to piece things back where they need to be
She’s always been braver than any could see
The warrior inside of me
I am she
and she
is me
Try as I may
I could never display
How much I was betrayed
In such a way
That almost put me in a grave
But there’s things you can’t change
Like the way you behaved
The mountains you caved
The games that you played
The emotions you disarrayed
The haunting memories you made
You had all your plans laid
But I’m the one
I’m the one that paid
A punch to the gut
And a slap in the face
Each step that I can’t retrace
How did I get here
Living within fear
Caged in the chaos
Almost saw my life lost
But at what cost
I’m free to fly now
But sometimes still forget how
I can be brave and face the day
Or I can crumble and hideaway,
Maybe play with a stray
I didn’t lose my life
But I lost my balance
It’s like I’m in Wonderland
Please, call me Alice
Kyoko WP
Little girl, little girl
Why do you cry?
You’re far too young to know such pain
But it’s all I see in your eyes
Little girl, little girl
You don’t have to tell me who or why
You don’t have to be okay
You just have to try
Little girl, little girl
I see the fear in your eyes
You need not be afraid
I will sing you lullabies
and hold you under the nights shade
Little girl, little girl,
Don’t grow so fast…
Sometimes the world
can feel chaotic,
hard to find your place
Take your time…
find your pace
Don’t lose your firefly,
dreams and wishes
Send them way up high
Do it your own way
Light up the sky
Little girl, little girl
Keep your chinup
Don’t cry
Inside every little girl,
Is a warrior… with fire in her eye
Kyoko WP
Maybe I dance to the beat of my own drummer.. or
Maybe I am the drummer
Still looking for my beat
I feel it as it changes right under my feet
Maybe I sing to my own melody
Lost in the rhythm of life
And it’s swift changing keys
They can be sharp, haunting
Full of melancholy
I’m lost in the lyrics
that overstimulate my mind
But there are moments of clarity
Where the words just unwind
Those moments of solace
Happen time to time
Those are the times
That keep my heart alive
Kyoko W.P.
Even in the darkest of nights,
A flower can still bloom.
Kyoko W.P.
strength with an iron will
doesn’t make this pill
any easier to swallow
down, even with water
it’s still stuck in the gut
-ter of my thoughts
that I can’t wash out
so pardon me,
while I scream and shout
this is not what I want
Kyoko W.P.
My mental maladies
They formed from tragedies;
Moments that happened with me
Fragments of what could be
Particles of things once believed
But there’s nothing wrong in me
/for you to decide/
Nothing for you to see
For what once was catastrophe
is no longer masquerading ,
like a moving masterpiece;
I’m constantly translating
/nothing to hide/
Kyoko W.P.
just like all the debris,
left from the storm.
it’s up to you
to clear that path,
and make a way-
where there once
was war.
Kyoko W.P.
I don’t want to fall to pieces
I don’t want to come unglued
I’ll keep my breaks and scars bonded:
Liquid gold tattooed
And when the scars begin to bleed
I’ll try to think less of you
The gold in place to remind me that,
I
am
free…
That, I have been renewed
Kyoko W.P.
Every word is a memory.
Each a punch in the gut,
a crack in the heart.
But these wounds
somehow craft me
into a new piece of art.
Kyoko W.P.
Often times you have to break
Pick up the pieces through the heartache
Gather and take
those parts to put them together and make
It’s time to create
And elevate
The masterpiece
that you
are
Kyoko W.P.
What if I decide,
not to be afraid…
But to embrace
the adventure
with grace,
not fear
on my
face
Kyoko W.P.
I am like a tree,
at the end of autumn.
The branches,
like my bones,
are bare,
exposed and vulnerable
But still standing
And despite the cold,
and blows of gust
I’m still standing
……. I am strong
Kyoko W.P.
I lived in hell for many years
Living in a constant state of panic and fear
Increasing everytime the devil drew near
He drew more power with every tear
Questioning my thoughts, made my own memories disappear
I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror
Until I found my strength, my spear
Now his screams I can’t even hear
He has no power, and I have no fear
I am majestic and he is mere
Good night moon
Good night stars
Goodnight pain
And good night scars
Sleep awaits
My tortured fate
I cant escape
This evening date
Wicked nightmares
Horrifying layers
Though, they may not be real
It does not change, how they feel
I wonder, will I ever heal?
Do you enjoy making me cry?
With every tear that drops from my eyes?
Does it make you feel so happy?
Does it fill you with glee to see me in misery?
Is the only thing holding us together, a history?
Well, “if it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad “..
.. i dont know if she meant it but I’m pretty sure that’s what she said.
If “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is true
Then where are my muscles of honor?
I’m long over due
If pressure makes coal into diamonds
Why aren’t I dazzling?
Shiny? or new?
They said “ it can’t rain forever”
But they’ve never experienced this weather
Must not live where I do
If “ tough times don’t last but tough people do”
Then why do I feel like I’m constantly coming unglued
They say” just keep swimming”
And I always do
As long as I’m living
My heart will stay true
I am more beautiful for being broken
I am making myself whole again
The shards; the cracks
Every piece; I’ve picked up
I am the one who put those pieces back
I am the one to put myself together again
I am more beautiful for being broken
She was like an eclipse
Never could quite catch a glimpse
Glimpse of her soul, her heart, her mind
How someone so broken and beaten could still be so kind
She pretends to be fine
She was like an eclipse
Never could quite catch a glimpse
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 