once the darkness starts to rise in me,
there is no stopping the onslaught
when all positivity and hope are replaced,
with the neverending shadow
it can feel like there is no way out,
there is no way to escape the fog
the smog that keeps you weighed down,
the grease and tar that coats you
sink or swim, fight or give in,
sink or swim, fight or give in
the options run through your mind,
when you're losing all hope
it's easier to throw that towel in,
to give up the fight and leave the ring
*
once the darkness starts to rise,
though,
you can start fighting against it
even when the battle is lost,
the war can still be won -
fight for the light
smog in time can clear,
when pollution is reduced
and fresh air introduced
It takes effort, yes, but is worth it.
wallowing loses its novelty quickly
get outside, into the light,
show the dark,
you know what it wants
but
it will never get you
not fully, if you fight it
refresh yourself
and wash the grease and tar off your weary body
never give up and give in,
the battle may be lost,
but the war you can win
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Thanks for reading!
The battle may be lost, but the war you can win.
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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