Reindeer ride

Gliding on the snow.

Holding their reins.

I feel the chilly wind blowing on my face.

Even though it is covered.

The tails of my coat fly and the dagger almost flings off its sheath.

They gallop and I fly.

The snow covered trees pass by and so do sepia tinted memories.

And I keep going. To where, I dont know.

A silver back fox trots by. Holding a fish in his jaws.

Solitude beckons me. Solitude is what I left behind.

Grit

Today I am hurt. Hurt beyond words. But I need to bleed. And I want to write.

And for once, I am unable to write. It just doesn’t flow. So I desire to bleed more. Feel more. Pain subsides. But the wounds remain. They will never heal.

At every opportunity I have encountered an obstacle. Sometimes it won, and sometimes I did.

However I have always fought. I am a fighter. I will fight till the last breath is exhaled from my lungs.

I have learnt to be independent. I have held back tears. I have sacrificed. Fun, good times. Not for me. Not now.

I will ride. Into the battle on my horse. Holding my sword and roaring with delight. I may die a death. But I will live a million moments. Full of joy, strength and power.