A Warrior with Heart

I’ve always admired warriors 

But not the ones who fight just to win.

I love a warrior with heart.
The kind who shows up bruised, but kind.
Who stands tall, even when no one’s watching.
Who leads not with ego, but with empathy.

I don’t care for stale strength.
The kind that’s all armor, no soul.
No softness. No spark. No why.

Because I’ve learned 
It’s not about being loud.
It’s about being alive.

The ones who fight for meaning?
They’re the ones who change things.

I fall in love with people who feel deeply but move bravely.
Who mess up, own it, grow, and still keep their heart open.

They’re never boring.
Never bitter.
Never bland.

Just fire.
And feeling.
And fight.

Give me that kind of energy every time.
Messy. Real. Unshakably alive.

No stale moments.
Just heart-led battle cries.
And the quiet strength that follows after.

Final thought:
Be the warrior with heart.
Even when it’s easier not to be.