My father always told me
“You’re a lover, not a fighter”
I used to find that sad
But now I know it’s not that bad
For there is some wisdom
In what he always said
I detest most strongly
And discord or resent
And violent confrontation
Is not really my forte
My natural selection
Is honesty and compassion
And I hold love and joy most dear
Yet I sometimes wonder
If that’s not the whole tale
For I’m always feeling weary
Beaten, battered, bruised
As if I’ve been fighting a long battle
And I am always desirin’
To have a good long rest
I think the truth can indeed be found
In lands of fantasy and truth
For I am always fighting
A battle against myself
Ceaseless struggle
To master body and mind
For both are against me
Always seeking to undermine
And only my soul
With God’s help
Can control them
Though it takes great time and training
Constant exercise of ancient skills
And so I’m always fighting
An inner war of great proportions
But what really is amazing
Is just how often I succeed
Consistently choosing
The path of light
And so I think I am
A lover and a fighter
A lover to all others
A fighter to myself
I think that is the path
Which I am meant to walk
I hope most strongly
I believe most truly
That this is how greatness is achieved
And though I doubt fiercely
That greatness will
Be attributed to me
Perhaps the path will lead
To where I’m meant to be
To where I’m meant to be
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