WARRIOR
I face the city everyday. Traffic, work, people, demands. I keep it bundled inside. The warrior in me. It runs wild sometimes. Asking to be set free. My inhibitions keep it in its cage. My afraid-ness the keys. How I want to let it free. The being cast in a million years. Its painted face and spear. How it helped us all survive. The city says, keep it in the cage. Oh, how I want it to be free...