by Tanisha Avarsekar
My spear, is starting to melt.
My arrow, losing its direction.
My shield, is getting too soft to protect,
And my sword too heavy to wield.
Only choice I have now, is to throw down my weapons and flee.
But I’m afraid, I’m responsible for more than just me.
The least I owe her, is to stay and fight.
It doesn’t matter if I lose. At least then, I will have tried.
Last updated September 11, 2015