The conflict within, a silent fight,
Wages deep in the heart of night.
A battle unseen, where shadows creep,
In the silence, secrets keep.
One voice whispers, “Hold on tight,”
While another screams, “Let go of the light.”
Torn between what’s wrong and right,
I search for peace, yet lose my sight.
A storm of doubts, a hurricane’s call,
Echoes of failure, fears that crawl.
Yet in the stillness, hope may rise,
Like the dawn breaking through the skies.
But the conflict within, it never sleeps,
It stirs in moments, in dreams, it creeps.
And though I falter, lose my way,
I fight this battle, day by day.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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Very insightful poetry, Brenda, speaking of the war in our heart, tearing our wishes apart.