Saying "I'm enough"
is a battle
for the ages
And I fight the hordes
of monsters
living under my bed
of demons
sneering at my on street corners
Sometimes it is a good fight
I stare them down
draw my blade of self-confidence
(I like to think
she is called
Magnificence)
and swing
Sometimes it goes bad
and they laugh and hiss
and I retreat in shame and tears
hide in a corner
in plain sight
(for those demons at home
are often scarier
than the ones outside)
And sometimes
there is no fight
at all
The demons do not appear
the day dawns bright
remains so until after dark
and even then
they keep their distance
But the battle itself
is one for the ages
for it ends every day
and begins anew the next morning
And my dear, my dear
We are merely knights
comrades-in-arms
fighting our own battles
But we face them
together
And for that
you and I
we are both
more than
enough
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A Work In Progress
PoetryThis is merely a collection of poetry that I decided to start. It contains works I've completed and will be added to as the year progresses. I wanted to see if I could write a poem a week, which will be especially interesting considering my fluctuat...
