The Eternal Strife 

I close my eyes and see myself in a battlefield,

Where I'm holding a sword that I don't know how to wield,

Surrounded by my foes from all sides but still refusing to yield,

 

I stand there wounded and scarred

And having lost all I have ever had,

A part of me already wishes to be dead,

Still I try to muster up my courage and lift the sword in my hand,

But with all my past failures weighing on my head,

I feel my legs sinking into the sand.

 

I don't know whether I'll lose or win,

All I know is giving up now is nothing less than a sin,

So with a vow to fight till death,

I take a deep breathe

And pick up the sword with all my might

And start severing all the foes in my sight.

 I still prefer these trances¹,

Over the reality's cruel nuances²,

As it teaches me how without any cuts one can bleed,

And then I open my eyes and see myself in a battlefield.

 

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Glossary

1.Trance is a state of semi-consciousness in which a person is not self-aware

2. Nuance refers to a very subtle differences which are hard to notice. For e.g.. Color grading.

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To The Reader

If you are going through such battles within yourself, Please believe in yourselves and be patient. Just one ray of sunlight is enough to bring an end to the darkest of nights. Keep strengthening your strengths while also acknowledging and challenging your weaknesses. The Dawn must be waiting for you.  

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