If I am a warrior, what does that look like, when I am done

When the war is over where do my traits go? Is peace boring? How do I relearn what has kept me safe?

Learning to know myself without the pleasure of war.

That I might be the goodest one, in a contest that a goddess had to be much smaller than she is to enter.

So much confidence in her love that she abandons it.

Goes small, to see, to learn, until the mist of perspective shifts has covered the truth that can be held, at all…

It is now smaller, the unconditional love, as she wished.

And she must return to it as huge as she is, by becoming small in a different way.

She will have her efforts slowed to a pace of perfection that she does not choose, but learns.

She must say that she wants world peace but no one will listen to her because of her beauty.

They will Miss understand her.

And this is the fire that consumes her and emerges the beautiful warrior with a battle that has been won.

Feels like a small bubbling song in a blazing world.

As her wings flap, she is joined

Her moon now has her sun

It’s over