Battlecry/Hashimotos

Thank you for the scars that litter my brain.

Thank you for the tourniquets to brace the pain.

Thank you for the reminders of what I’ve lost and gained.

I find myself in war stories;

Torn, bruised, and broken

My body never heals.

Thy words may be hurtful, nay like the stones;

For bodies can heal to sit upon thrones.

My body won't heal.

But my spirit does.

Words are swords

Snickers are daggers

But my battle is not always with them.

Midnights my demons scratch me awake,

Keep me staring at a blurry wet moon.

I clutch my sword and listen to wolves howl,

My soul harmonizing.

Mornings the war has started without me.

I find myself already slashed and battle worn,

Flames erupting inside and out of my brain.

I rise from my ashes

Like a phoenix I ascend

Praying my body will mend.

Fellbeasts swarm the skies

Diving with their dark riders to feed on people below.

I stand my ground.

I’ve survived before,

I’ll survive again.

The rider sneers at me, but my battle is not with him today.

I wait for the dragon, she slithers the sky

She snarls and swipes.

Her claws leave marks on my skin.

“Today you will give in” she licks her teeth

I toss back my hair, “bring it”

Life is my battle,

Disease my dragon

I will win.