My heart sags heavily

from the aftermath of a constant battle

leaving me worn and weak

and though it feels like it's over

it never really ends

my weariness leaves me exposed

so that he would be able to break me

cleanly

with the dull side of his sword

my shatterings would explode

and rain down around all that I love

and they wouldn't even see the difference

between water and the blood

my sickness leaves me stranded in bed

not able to move- staring up

wishing for another body's warmth

rather than more blankets to pile on

but responsibility won't waver for the incapacitated

and i always get up in the end