Going to Battle
Every day is a battle,
first with my eyelids
and then with my will.
Standing up means
accepting the call,
committing to the fight,
visualizing victory.
I stand and clothe myself
in determination,
discarding fear and doubt.
Donning hope as my armor
and gripping patience as my sword.
As I step out of my haven,
I fill my lungs
with the air I can still breathe,
I look up
at the world still alive around me,
and I straighten
as if the weight of uncertainty
isn’t telling me: giving up is easier.
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