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
In a dream,
I stood beside myself;
Looking at an open door.
“Should I go through?”
I asked myself.
“No”, said my Timid-self.
“Yes”, said my Bold-self.
“I dunno”, said my Wise-self.
(Where did he appear from?)
Bold-self won the battle…
I stepped past the door,
Into another time.
Trying to orient myself,
I looked around.
I was young,
I had all my opportunities
Once again.
“Do something different”,
I whispered to myself.
I often wished I had been a Nurse,
So I changed my course.
I loved what I was doing,
For a while I felt great.
Then the doubts arrived.
Now who would I marry?
Would I have children?
Would I ever see my son again?
"Oh Bold-self", I lamented
"Why did I let you win?"
Some things are too precious
To ever change.
Wise-self whispered to me:
“What will be, will be!”