“The Battle Within”
In the shadowed arena of self-doubt, Where echoes of doubt and whispers shout, I wield my sword against unseen foes, Defending my name as the tempest grows.
The circle spins, a carousel of strife, Where love’s absence cuts like a jagged knife. Childish games they play, their laughter cruel, Yet I stand firm, a lone warrior in this duel.
My armor bears scars from relentless fights, Each blow a reminder of sleepless nights. Finances fray, love’s tapestry unraveled, Yet I persist, my spirit unshaken, untraveled.
But wisdom whispers through the fray: “Know when to retreat, when to break away.” For battles lost need not define our worth, And self-love blooms when we choose rebirth.
So, weary soul, heed this solemn plea: Walk out early, before flames consume thee. Find solace beyond the circle’s cruel art, and mend your heart, for a fresh, hopeful start. RC