My Illiad of life

I stand on my own, a warrior

against the might of what the world throws my way.

Armed with my shield of indifference and my sword of sarcasm,

I face the dreaded Hydra of disappointment,

the hideous Medusa of broken hearts,

the vast Labyrinth of wrong turns and misdirection,

the monstrous Minotaur of true colours at it's center,

and the gargantuan Behemoth of failure.

I fight battle after battle against these monstrosities,

exhausted to the point of collapse,

but desire, determination, a woman called hope and a poet called music

compel me to carry on.

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My bastions of strength come from those around me..

I know in my heart that I cannot fail them..

And so I pick myself up..

Already old bones creaking and protesting against the strain..

Prepared to face the next wave like an obscene video game hero..

Ready to bleed from my expired soul that's already been earmarked for collection..

Maybe I'll have done enough for redemption...