Lying on the battleground with a broken sword by my side
When it had gotten this hard I wondered "why fight?"
Hearing steps approaching I thought of what pain must be in store
I was looking for an excuse to give up and instead found so much to live for
Picking myself up out of the dirt I faced my enemy
I raised my sword high and fought back with a broken piece
The sun rose as my enemy fell slain
I smiled as I realized I'd lived to see another day
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My Battle
PoetryPoetry of my personal struggles with depression, anxiety, chronic fatigue, and more. Each poem is marked as sad or hopeful so you can read whatever you're in the mood for.
