A Warrior Made

by S E Allison 

The cold blue eyes of truth look to me with scorn

And although I die a little every time,

Out of the burning lies I may be reborn

Into freedom

And, as a phoenix I fly with clear sight,

Shackles forgotten and I move unrestrained

Stronger and ready for war

Armed with my heart and the knowledge that I've gained,

I battle for my future -

Instead of memories of a tainted past.

Not of lives lived before, that shatter like glass.