Warrior Sisters

They are our mothers, our faithful friends,
the loving daughters we must defend.
Though we’re afraid and can’t pretend,
we’re warrior sisters until the end.

The fight we’re waging can be won.
With much more work, it can be done.
This battle touches all of us
as we fight to save the ones we love.

Fight on, fight on
with strength and love.
With warrior sisters, we’ll rise above.
The thought of failure, we can’t allow,
so we must fight and win somehow.

If it will strike, you never know,
but if the enemy invades your home
and you need help, a loving friend,
just take your warrior sister’s hand.

Fight on, fight on
with strength and love.
We warrior sisters will rise above.
The thought of failure, we can’t allow,
so we must fight and win somehow.

We can’t forget the battle now,
so we will fight and win somehow.


Yes, today is the last day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. No, I didn't just write these lyrics today. I was trying to wait until November, to drive home the point that awareness does not end at 12:01 a.m. on November 1. Why didn't I wait after all? Well, tomorrow is not a promise, so I'm posting this today. It's that simple.

What deep words of wisdom do I have today? I think the lyrics say it all. Just prop each other up and never forget that someone needs encouragement. You may never know why they needed it at a particular moment, but what you say or do may be the fuel they need to keep waging whatever battle they face.

And to my dear friend, a true Warrior Sister: I wrote Fight On with you on my mind and in my heart. I love you and pray for you every day, even when daily life makes it difficult to call.

My Potential

For so long in my life,
I tried to achieve,
to realize the potential
others thought they had seen.
But for all of that time,
it eluded me, so
I could not understand
something I should have known.
So I tried to become
the "me" they knew I'd be
if I'd only embrace
the potential in me.
Then, I'd twist and I'd turn,
change my interests and look,
follow all the instructions,
memorize every book.
I'd try so hard to succeed,
to somehow fit in their mold,
yet I'd always fall short,
staying out in the cold.
I could never quite grasp,
I could not comprehend
the "me" that should result
from their dreams in the end.
Never one to give up,
I have fought the good fight,
letting this search consume
more than one sleepless night.
And now that I am tired,
bruised and battered, it seems,
I've decided instead
to realize my own dreams.
You see, the me I've become
has invented her look -
She defines her own interests
and dictates her own book.

I am learning that I will never be exactly the person anyone else expects or wants me to be - no matter how hard I try. And that's okay. No other person will ever be exactly what I expect or want either. I guess I can only hope that the people I love will accept the person I turn out to be just as I hope that I can accept the people they turn out to be.