Forward

Don’t let your face become
Drawn,
pulled within, cold—
Inexpressive.

Let the sun dance at the
Corners of your eyes,
makeup caked in the creases,
The crows feet that connect
generations of laughter, 
heartache, and wisdom.

Conjure from within the fire that 
Flickers and wanes with the 
changing of the seasons: the pride 
of experience and compassion;
Let it grow and spread and 
Rage mightily for justice.

Find solace in your reflection:
a warrior’s presence.