Spiritually, it’s a warrior’s game,
A battle fought without a name.
No swords, no shields, no bloodied ground,
But the strength of the heart, where truth is found.
The enemy’s shadows, they twist and creep,
Into the soul while we are asleep.
They whisper doubt, they stir the fear,
But the warrior knows to persevere.
With faith as armor, courage as shield,
The warrior stands, their soul unsealed.
They face the storm, they feel the flame,
For they know the fight is never the same.
It’s not about victory in the eyes of men,
But the quiet strength that rises again.
Through every wound, through every tear,
The warrior’s spirit becomes clear.
In the silence, the battle is won,
By those who rise, though the war’s not done.
It’s in the stillness, the soul’s refrain,
A warrior’s game, fought through the pain.
For the true victory, the one to claim,
Is not of the flesh, but the soul’s flame.
A warrior’s path is never in vain,
In each step, they conquer their inner strain.
Spiritually, it’s a warrior’s game,
And each of us, we rise the same—
With every challenge, every test,
We find our strength, and become our best.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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