involuntarily fighting

god made me a fighter. from birth, to now, that is the only thing my life has been, a fight.

no such thing as things given. “fight for what you want”, my mom used to tell me, i was.

now i fight for everything, even the things that dont really need any fighting at all. i fight.

its been some years already and not a single day i have stopped fighting, fighting, fighting, and again.

god made me a fighter, but i want to put my weapons down. they're attached to my hands and firing.

i just dream of a day, a place, where all of this can stop, where ill run out of ammo and rest.

to find peace, to make peace, to be and not to do, to settle, to contemplate, forever.

god may have made me a fighter but god, i never signed up for this war at all.