Spiritual Warrior


Strong, the arm
a sword in my fist.
Tall, proud, shining the Sun.

Once arrogant,
wise now.

My last battle is
against myself.
The most formidable adversary.

Never faced such darkness.

The greatest enemy of myself
is myself.

Sparkles in the air
sword clashing sword.
metal vs metal.

It has always been the only battle.
I see myself in my own eyes.
I see my real colors, I realize.

“Peace my brother!”
One voice.
One Self.
The sweet surrender.

I breathe.

~Michele Cornacchia.

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