Can you feign that there’s naught wrong with you?
Lest your close friends begin to doubt you too;
Can you endure, alone to bear the scar;
Received from your oft fought clandestine war?
Can you wake, to fill the morning’s tasks?
Make the bed while putting on the masks?
Take down the laundry, breakfast, then to work;
Knowing that’s a duty not to shirk.
At coffee bell into the bath you sneak;
Remove the mask and at yourself you peak.
Though hate you wound, yet always to return;
Remind yourself, because you never learn.
At noon’s repast into combat you rush;
To lose a round, again with death you brush.
Haggard now, return to endless post;
Relentless though it comes, and you a ghost.
At last the buzzer sounds, and you are free;
Except in ways that you will never be.
Again to home, where combat waits anew;
And dishes, dinner, drinks do you fight through.
Till children down and you alone at last;
Tis only for the solitude you fast.
Your weakest time, admit, is when you’re tired;
And all those who defend you have retired.
Alone at last, the battle rages on;
And your last strength to fight the foe is gone.
Surrender, once again defines your day;
You’ve found no way to push impulse away.
And on it goes, the days of endless war;
Until you give, for fight you can no more.
But in that moment, dark and silent – cold;
You are reminded of that adage old.
While foe on plain seems mighty, oh so strong;
Up close you see his weapons, something’s wrong…
Dangerous he’s not, he’s just a man;
And you know to fight him that you can.
So go and seize uninterrupted sleep;
Wake in the morn, for to your life to keep.
Each day is new and you again are young;
Today’s the day your vict’ry will be sung.