The Warrior Woman

The pain you've lived through doesn't make you weak. It gives you the strength to live a better tomorrow.

By Chahat SharmaPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read

He held my hand and said I'd never have to walk alone again.

I looked at him,

my hair a mess, my body scarred from war, face smeared with dirt.

I squeezed his soft hand, smiled and picked up my sword,

No, my love, it is you who will never walk alone.

Fighting looks good on me. It always will.

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