I won a war no one could see,
fighting battles inside of me.
Many days, I broke, I bled,
but still I rose, though hope had fled.
Each morning brought another fight,
but I found one reason to stay that night.
A thousand times, I chose to remain,
and little by little, I outlived the pain.
I never needed to conquer it all,
just find one reason each time I’d fall.
And though the war still waits at my door,
I win every day I choose once more.
I won a war no one could see,
because every day, I chose to be.
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Author:
Vanilla Mochi (
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Comments2
A great message put to rhyme. Nicely done.
Yes, the internal war sure is the hardest to win, and probably outlasts most wars.
Sometimes in your head you make it a neutral war, usually works for both parties.
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