My Warrior

You are a beautiful creation,
Woven to life with intricate, delicate threads and fabric.
You are amongst millions made in the world
Mine, my one in a million.

I held you on those cold sleepless nights
Trembling in fear of the monsters that awake with the cold moon.
I held tighter - asking for reassurance, warmth and protection
Anything to make it through the merciless nights

The times you have sheltered me, sheltered me from the monsters that lived in my head
I am forever grateful
My warrior, a shoulder to cry on and my precious friend.
Your tainted tender skin, your torn ears,
Your thread slowly unravelling, wielding like a flower

It's inevitable that beauty fades
But your value in which you uphold
Will always stay the same.