In the quiet of the dawn, a battle stirs within,
A conflict of my heart and mind, where shall I begin?
The mirror holds a gaze that’s fierce, a challenge stark and clear,
It’s not the world I fight against, but the shadows drawing near.
The voice that whispers doubts and fears, a critic harsh and sly,
Contrasts with the courage rising, where the true self lies.
A struggle in the silence deep, where strength and weakness meet,
It’s not the world outside I fight, but the battles in defeat.
Against the fears that hold me back, and the dreams I set aside,
The person that I strive to be, and the one that fears the tide.
In every choice, in every step, a crossroads in the fray,
It’s not the battles I have won, but the choices made each day.
So here’s to fighting through the storms, to finding inner grace,
To overcoming shadows cast in this relentless chase.
For in the end, the fiercest fight is the one that’s waged within,
It’s me against my deepest self, where true victories begin.