Battles Inside, Battles Outside | Poetry

There’s a battle, an unknown
untold one. One that is
filled without the vision of
what meets the eye.
One that is considered unlikely
for the knight to fight.
One that dishonors souls,
because the knight should
have won.
And this is a tiny battle,
they tell her.

But battles are
all the same,
battles inside, battles outside,
they make you bleed
time and again,
some clear, some in color.

And sometimes one is
won when another is gone,
one is lost and still victorious.

Some ask to stay put,
because the time to wield
the sword is gone.
Remains there
just the shield,
with is pride,
false or real, hard to tell.

Battles everywhere.
Where shall we hide?
Or shall we fight?

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