The Quiet Battle

 

Each morning dawns with battles unseen,

A pledge to stand where I've been.

With weary hands, I face the day,

Though storms of anger cloud my way.

Frustration coils in shadows deep,

In promises I strive to keep.

Yet still I rise, though torn inside,

With quiet bravery as my guide.

For though the world may bruise and bend,

Commitment holds- I will not end.

Through fire and fight, I carve my way,

And live to see another day.