These last few years
I have fought non-stop
Been beaten
Battered
Bruised.
Have fallen down
Always got back up;
Grown in ways
I never imagined.
Yet I fear
I can’t keep going on
Too weary
Too beaten
Too slow.
Always before
Hope was easy to choose
Now seems night impossible.
The only way I know
How to fight
Is for someone else.
No longer seems likely
That I ever will
Have someone who loves me to fight for.
Loneliness is poor fuel
For my inner flame;
Despair is a windy night
Threatening to snuff it out.
Fear not for me
For though this fight
May be lost
I will keep fighting with all I’ve got left.
If I should lose
My efforts prove in vain
Know that I am not alone
And the war
Is far from over.