humble in defeat
to the point
the idea of my being
In such a position
are mere whispers
offered by imaginary enemies
but my victories too
come in various sizes
and some I save for myself
because they are treasures
gathered to be drawn upon
in times when all is chaos
and there is no cave
to offer shelter
i still stand,
on the battlefield
bear my scars like badges of honour
and roar to the old gods
and the ones i’ve made peace with
along the way
and you, my love,
will come to me
kiss the wounds,
the old ones
and the ones you
tried to make
for I am a king
and anyone who tells you
otherwise
I tell you,
Mere whispers
MB Blissett 