no medal

dusk arising

 

 

 


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.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2022 03:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Sophenia

    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!

  • Rozina

    This is the most difficult fight of all, faced with great courage. A beautiful write.

  • Goldfinch60

    Great words d a, we must always endure in our lives.

    Andy

  • Neville


    there is more to this than meets the eye .. a message, within a message .. does deserve a medal ............... N



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