Joan of Tree Bark

I am tired of fighting;
the warrior in me is no longer cozy.

All these years, I raged
against fools, bellowed
creed in the street—

fed the fires,
locked down, suited up,

lead the girls into battle
by the skin of our feet.

They know my name.
Wait….is it…Athena
or Don Quixote?

What is it we are fighting for?
These days, my heart aches
with questions.

I am tired of looking for
walls to break down.
I am tired of fighting.

The warrior in me is
no longer cozy.

The child in my heart
sits gaunt and lonely.

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Julia Daye


One thought on “Joan of Tree Bark

  1. Dear Julia,
    You are incredible. Your poems resonated with me deeply and I wish you reach deeper and richer posts in your creative life. Keep creating, I feel like there is a sublime force working through you and your words are proof of that. Don’t know why I felt like reaching out, but, I just want to say : move easily and confidently through life, dear girl, and just enjoy. 😀
    Greetings from India,

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