I have been lost.
Everything that makes me Hannah
has been missing.
No. Not missing.
Stolen.
The black knight comes
cloaked in fear
he ebbs my life away
sucks out my soul.
I have to fight this,
to pick up the pieces
that I have left
and begin again.
Push the black knight back.
Do not fear him.
Acknowledge him as he is
part of you.
I am more than just a victim
suffering in the black knight's path
I am a warrior,
and I fight on.
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Hannah Lorrelle
I am a writer who is still trying to find her way in this great wide world. I strive to write stories that touch people's lives in some small way.
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