Eyes of a Soldier

what am i afraid of?
breaking.
 
i hear i’ve got eyes
like a soldier
but my body
has always been
a weapon
wielded by others,
there isn’t a fire
hot enough to forge
another girl like me
 
one day,
i’ll come crashing
down against another
only to bend, break
and i don’t know
what i am
what i am not
drawing blood
 
when i am not
basking
in memories

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