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Willa the Warrior
by Tracy EllenWilla the Warrior hides within
Stalks my thoughts, lips pressed thin
Her lightening spear poking around
Attacking any fears there found
Willa the Warrior is my friend
Through thick and thin, to the end
She is pale like me, but still so dark
Behind my eyes she leaves her mark
Willa the Warrior stands so tall
Her scream is such a fearsome call
She calls up my courage and conviction
Does not shy from fright or friction
Willa the Warrior is quite a sight
Hair all wild, eyes all bright
Skimpy worn clothes clinging tight
Curves pushing with voluptuous might
Willa the Warrior really doesnÂ’t care
About my embarrassed, insecure stare
I look in the mirror so uncertain
She looks back just a smirkinÂ’
Willa the Warrior cannot be beat
Cannot be made to take a seat
She is always up for the fight
And she will get her way tonight.
02/26/2007 Posted on 02/26/2007
Copyright © 2025 Tracy Ellen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/27/07 at 02:51 AM Fascinating reworking of the guardian angel concept, or maybe multiple sides to the same personality. Either way, I love poems with mirrors...quite revealing...and reassuring. Thanks also for your comment Tracy on my Wish Chips. :o) |
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