Battles

Don’t you see that

your words are your swords

to face the angels and demons

of your tiny existence?

Don’t you hear that

the beating of your heart

synchronizes with

the war drums that signal

your own empire?

Don’t you feel that

the indirect excitement

rushing in your veins

is the incredible fuel

for your dance of life?

 

Do not turn back now.

At the end of most stories,

triumph flies high.

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