When I woke up this morning,
I wasn't thinking about it.
I didn't even dream about it.
Most of the time it's always on my mind,
lurking somewhere in a corner I know well,
a shadow whose shape is so familiar
i can anticipate it's arrival.
Two days late and to the right of 3:00.
But this morning I woke up alone scared to accept the small victories because I wasn't thinking about it.
I made it all the way to breakfast
before a thought entered my mind.
And I thought to myself,
"if you had only enjoyed the fleeting freedom, perhaps you might of found
the strength to keep going."
Sometimes in war,
it's the small victories that remind you
what you're fighting for.
Even if you lose a battle,
that feeling gives you strength
to seek out another and another,
until maybe one that shadow
will get tired and leave you alone.
The rest of the day was booked with battles.
There were few victories,
but there were victories nonetheless.
I let that thought put the rest to bed
and hope for a day when this war
is finally and permanently over.
SK
