Poem #13

Struggling with the unknown,
In the dark hours before dawn,
When silence breeds demons
Who whisper venom in my ears.

Wrestling with the nameless,
Pen and paper in hand,
Words become the looking glass,
Reflecting my shadow self.

Battles rage day after day,
Cursed with a ceaseless fight. Hell.
Yet for those with a warrior’s heart,
This endless war is their dreamt Valhalla.

So I steel myself. I hold steadfast.
I embrace the endless struggle,
Slowly stoking the flames within,
Building a warrior’s fire.