Warriors’ Song
Each morning, we must mount our horse
called Bravery, and ride.
We have to face the fiercest force –
the enemy inside.
This enemy can start a war
in young and old alike.
The battles leave us aching, sore –
it’s strong, knows how to strike.
Sometimes we might have help to stop
the onslaught – trusty knights.
They’re our injections, pills we pop
so we can win our fights.
But other times, it’s in our blood
so hot, it’s like a fire.
The battleground grows thick with mud
that rises ever higher.
It’s hard to be a warrior,
to brave the constant strife.
We hope, one day, there’ll be a cure
to last us all through life.
called Bravery, and ride.
We have to face the fiercest force –
the enemy inside.
This enemy can start a war
in young and old alike.
The battles leave us aching, sore –
it’s strong, knows how to strike.
Sometimes we might have help to stop
the onslaught – trusty knights.
They’re our injections, pills we pop
so we can win our fights.
But other times, it’s in our blood
so hot, it’s like a fire.
The battleground grows thick with mud
that rises ever higher.
It’s hard to be a warrior,
to brave the constant strife.
We hope, one day, there’ll be a cure
to last us all through life.
This poem is copyright (©) Felicity Teague 2024
About the Writer
Felicity Teague
Felicity Teague (Fliss for short) lives in Cheltenham, not far from Pittville Park and its wonderful wildlife. She has lived with autoimmune arthritis for over thirty years, yet she is able to work in publishing and enjoys writing poems during her playtime. Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals and she has published a first collection, From Pittville to Paradise. She also enjoys art, birdwatching, films, music, and photography, and she loves guinea pigs!
