The Eternal Battlefield

My strength is fading away,

my will waning each day,

while I long for peace of mind.

Time is wasting, the precious seconds ticking,

and I feel like I can no longer go on.

I hope for success, each day I pray

that maybe one day I will find me to be true.

I make no progress, screams my inner self,

from the depths of my psyche it discourages me.

In despair and distraught, these streams of

confusion and pain flow, river-like down my head.

for a brief second again, I give up in disdain,

but deluged with endless suffering

lies a speck of hope, pushing me on.

It unravels itself and begins to unfold,

I wipe those streams and recover my will,

with a deep breath I regain my strength and stand.

I feel that speck shining through me

and I grin, regardless of the gripping,

eternal pain within.

-Jory T. James