THE WARRIOR SOUL
Your body scratch turns into my invisible pet by reminding me a diamond has left a dynamic pain.
It’s not that a pain that brings blessing to you. Were you suffocating me or enjoying my presence?
No, It’s being a saviour soul that brings me to develop myself like a warrior.
Designing your own brawny enemy like you distorted my heart but my head was safe to be a warrior.
After diving deep into my heart from a fairy nightdream but a Savior was present in my scary mind.
And the facade was invisible in the morning mist after a decade.
And the Savior’s mind became a warrior soul.
Self-love Poetry By Humaira Tabassum