Battle
I find myself in the midst of a Battle.
A battle between myself and the true self.
Constantly being reminded of where I am and where I ought to be.
My pen is my sword,
I slay viciously,
the thoughts of me not being worthy.
The ink on every page,
Symbolically,emphasizing blood,tears and sweat.
The warrior in me,
is on the battle field.
Blood,tears and sweat.
My inner thoughts,
become words
echoing from cyberspace,
penetrating ears,
hearts,
souls.
My true self,
is the voice of the silent self
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Battle
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