He’s Fighting the Good Fight
One in which he’ll win
The sun winks at him as it crosses the horizon,
Her smile shining down upon his golden head,
He’s blessed with another day to fight his many demons,
Determined to gift himself happiness instead.
**
He sharpens his blade with golden unicorn hairs,
Found at the end of his battle past,
A gesture from the universe that he’s fighting the good fight,
And it sets his determination to battle to the last.
**
Maybe he needs to forgo his nightly tears,
Believing that the future will honour his needs,
Yesterday is gone, it’s time to lay it to rest,
And shore up the wound that continuously bleeds.
**
He has lived a hard life, that can’t be denied,
And his near future days are going to be tough,
But he fists up his courage, ready for the fight,
Knowing not every day will be bloody and rough.
**
When the sun sinks from his day today,
He’ll know he has the fortitude to win the war,
He’ll tie up his demons with cat whiskers that burn,
And smile at them gently for the pain they have in store.
**
He knows they are doing their duty, it’s not necessarily personal,
It’s a career they were born to — not one they chose,
A consequence of circumstances, unbeknownst,
From their many past lives in which they arose.
**
Standing his ground is his greatest strength,
Once he understood he was destined to win,
Some day he fears he’s losing this battle called life,
But it is only due to his past mistakes, once enshrined in sin.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
My friend!!! I've missed your poems! I was so happy to see your name in my notifications! My favourite part was whe he sharpened his blade with golden unicorn hairs!
Fabulous ending to your inspirational poem!!!❤️❤️💕
Those who try to save their own lives shall lose them, while those who lose themselves....
Sounds like he knows what's up, and lived to tell the tale. Well done,.my friend.