A Quiet Fight

A self-whispered battle cry An uplifting quote for another try With a burdened mind behind a straight face I have a sense of self like I’m in a dark place Inconspicuous at the battlefront Drawn on every single day I confront A past to escape and a future to nose I am always one threat away from a lost cause Regrets and fears dimension each day Dead ends and blind curves map my way Picking broken pieces of myself and mopping spills I have learnt to front chills and thrills You won’t see me rolling up sleeves Or lurking in a thicket with rustling leaves You won’t see me in a belligerent pose My war is waged against inner wounds and flaws I am heated but never bubble over with anger I am insulted but never stumble over due to slander I absorb the inevitability of sorrow and pain I turn to verities to diffuse the intrusion of hate The silence of violence is what I dread Like the wordless cry of the mutes with a fright An internal fray so isolated and unheard In the depth of my heart is where I will win the quiet fight