the morning is creeping across the window
and the coffee cup in my hand let's me know i can still feel
outside the wall of too many thoughts that shadow every moment of waking
another day another battle never heard or seen by others
my own private war against time and consequence

so another day begins and it taunts once more
daring with growing light for me to keep my footing
forge ahead and rage against the hours if you can
the days that send blows of disheartened sorrow
barreling down with claws barred and ready
i will not be moved no matter how torn i become

fate and life know me so well know how tenacious i am
reworking the scenario to test me once more
to see how far i might slip into oblivion
same intensity and purpose just another weapon chosen
familiar battle lines just taunting in a different mask
and they know i will not back down ever
see me and know my resolve as it is not so fragile
though my heart beats in feathered whispers
and my blood flows easily with every wound
mixing with tears as i curse myself for allowing them

shoot to me every arrow of sorrow
tipped with the poison of despair
i will catch every one and return them tenfold
a barrage of my determination to take every blow yet still stand
not matter how bloody i will still raise my head
still rise to the challenge in my stubborn determination to prove myself
still stare and smile wickedly as they ready another volley

they bring their best against me and if i fall to my knees
no matter
i will still get up even if i want to stay upon the ground
not now not yet
fate and life know i can be very stubborn that way
but at least i can still feel the coffee cup in my hand

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