I have an army.

I have an army behind me.
It runs in heaps with heaving breath and
light, but sured steps,
It has a sword to cut my path
though I go quickly streaming past it
should I need It,
MY army barrels through the fog,
the night,
blinding sun,
cold morning light that still gives hope when
feet are weary from climbing
the slopes of friendships past, or coming,
the pound of fearful heartbeats drumming, my army soothes with battlecries,
shields raised,
blood that dries.
My army is behind me, always.
My army lives.
Remind me,
Always.