War What War

 A poem reminding us that often our greatest enemy is ourselves.

I have been gone at war.

In truth I still am at war.

And have been for too long.

A war with myself,

My mind, body, and soul.

Who will win,

Me or my foe?

For my foe goes on unnamed.

Who or what could my foe be?

For that answer

You must know

My thoughts and secrets,

But those are for me.

Yet who am I?

For that I must know.

Or my foe undefeated it will be.

But if I find my foe

Will I win?

It feels sometimes I have lost

And other times I have won.

But in the end,

Has anything changed?

There are times when

I want to give up, to hide.

And I have tried.

And I have failed.

I know that someone

Is keeping me here,

To keep fighting

To keep going.

That someone is unknown to me.

Does this person even know

That they are doing this?

Who is this person

And where could this person be,

For I am empty,

As well as lost,

Lost in the darkness,

And I need help,

For this war to ever end.

And I, as the victor

Is what I have written here true?

For me it is

But is it true for you?