It's not something
you see coming
as one day
along comes a fight
no fisticuffs, no guns,
but nonetheless
one in which
you have no choice
but to face up to.
Win or lose
there will be
no call of 'hero'
no medal proffered,
no share of glory,
no victor,
just you.
None but you
will know the truth
of darkness fought
nor the haunting
of each battlescar's
torment.
None will see
the slow stumble
of ascent from
that struggle
as each fresh dawning
nurtures your will
to overcome.
Few will be those
who truly know
and treasure
the welcoming warmth
of each new dawn's light
as you do.
Maybe they call it
strength and enduring spirit.
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Author:
dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2022 03:56
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Comments4
Beautiful message! 'Maybe they call it
strength and enduring spirit.' It takes a lot of strength to be okay and fighting your own struggle. Thank you for sharing!
This is the most difficult fight of all, faced with great courage. A beautiful write.
Great words d a, we must always endure in our lives.
Andy
there is more to this than meets the eye .. a message, within a message .. does deserve a medal ............... N
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