a poem at 4:51 in the morning
I am in a fight
A fight for my life
A fight to believe, to hope, to be
To wake up in the morning and not be consumed by darkness
To not fear the shadows
Or the depths of my heart
I fight this battle everyday
The small inflections in my tone, the changes in the curves of my mouth
Show the battle ground and the casualties within
The bloody wounds, the fleeing masses
Away from my destruction
And yet there is a light
I press on, marching towards it
And one day, when everything is said and done,
There won’t be a speech on the victory won
No one will remember that this even took place
Only the smile on my face
A fight for my life
A fight to believe, to hope, to be
To wake up in the morning and not be consumed by darkness
To not fear the shadows
Or the depths of my heart
I fight this battle everyday
The small inflections in my tone, the changes in the curves of my mouth
Show the battle ground and the casualties within
The bloody wounds, the fleeing masses
Away from my destruction
And yet there is a light
I press on, marching towards it
And one day, when everything is said and done,
There won’t be a speech on the victory won
No one will remember that this even took place
Only the smile on my face