The Battle Within

I march through fields of endless night, Each step a war, each breath a fight. The weight of doubt, the chains of pain, Yet still I rise, I stand again. The voices whisper, sharp and low, They tell me things I shouldn’t know. That I am weak, that I will break, That hope is just a cruel mistake. But in my chest, a fire stays, A flicker small, but set ablaze. I clench my fists, I lift my chin, This war is one I have to win. The wounds run deep, the scars remain, Yet I push forward through the rain. For though the dark may call my name, I am the storm—it fears my flame. by-averielee3