Warriors of the Mind

 

Amidst the whispers of a wounded mind,

A battle rages, hard to unwind,

The threads of sorrow, tightly entwined,

A heavy heart, with pain aligned.

 

But still we rise, like morning dew,

Resilience born, in all we do,

The fire within, a beacon bright,

Guiding us through, the darkest night.

 

The weight of words, that cut so deep,

The scars that form, the tears we keep,

The memories that haunt, the ghosts we face,

The struggles real, the pain we embrace.

 

Yet, in the depths, a light does shine,

A spark of hope, a heart that's mine,

A voice that whispers, "You are strong",

A soul that rises, all day long.

 

For every wound, a chance to heal,

For every tear, a story to reveal,

For every scar, a testament to might,

For every struggle, a beacon of light...

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Cherlin Simon