Warrior
I climb the tallest of cement mountains and I swim through the thick rain. This is my city, my paradise and I am its protector.
I would die before I would fall to my knees. Submitting to the harsh reality that says there is no hope. No hope for my city.
But reality can be change. Altered.
I am strong and brave. I will steel myself against their words, and never flee from them. I will fight the tides of evil that want to wash me away, into the dark nothing. It wants me to give up, join the weak and fallen. Yet I laugh.
I am no follower. I do not hide behind others nor do I run. I will always fight for the ones I protect, till the very end. The weak and fallen need me. Not to join them, but to bring them back to their feet.
In the darkest of the night, I attack from within the shadows. I dive into a deep sea of red, fighting for what is right and just.
I am not afraid, for this is the life I have chosen. I will jump into the fray, taking down those who destroy hope and dreams for others.
My family.
My family knows this is my life. They know why I have chosen to fight a war that I can never win. This is because they know what I am. Who I am .
I fight for what is right. I fight for what my heart believes in.
Though many believe me to be brash and to hot tempered to actually accomplish anything more then taking down a few thugs. Others see through this wall. Seeing the heart and soul I put into every ounce of the battle.
Fighting for this has its faults. I jump in, knowing I may not come home. I throw myself into their jaws, just hoping that I will live another day, to fight another battle.
The rush it brings. The rush of winning a piece of the battle. Knowing there is a chance, for my city. For my home.
I am brave and I am strong. I fight the tides of evil to bring justice. I bring hope back to the ones lost in the dark, and I will always do what is true to me.
For I am a warrior.
I am Raphael.