Embrace of the Warrior Heart

In the depths of my being, where feelings start,
Every action, every breath, is drawn from my heart.
A guide that colors every night and day.
Its whispers, soft yet fiercely clear,
Dictate the path I hold so dear.
Through joy and through pain, through calm and through storm.
This heart, though battered, broken, yet beats,
In its rhythm, a story of love and defeats.
My heart has faced peril.
Battered and bruised, yet unyielding in its fight,
A beacon glowing steadfastly in the night.
Would I walk this path again, embrace each scar?
Yes, for they're the map of my journeys so far.
They've shaped me, through joy and through pain,
Into a soul resilient, unchained.
Love, a double-edged sword, cuts deep and true,
Yet where it wounds, my heart's essence brews.
From its bleeding, my spirit draws its might,
In its crimson, I find my courage, my light.
This crimson flow, my armor, my art,
The warpaint of a battle-hardened heart.
It fuels the ink that flows so free,
Writing the verses of my soul's decree.
A poem of strength, of love, of tears,
A testament to overcoming fears.
This blood, my warpaint, in battles unseen,
And the ink for my soul's poems, raw and keen.
In every line, a piece of my heart I impart,
For everything I do, I do from the heart.