The banners of glory, the trumpets' loud call,
For medals of valor, for standing tall.
These battles of might, though fiercely they
gleam,
Often obscure the silent, inner stream.
The whispers of doubt, the fears that reside,
The battles within, where the spirit presides.
Invisible foes, yet potent and deep,
These are the true tests, where we truly must
keep.
The weight of the world, on shoulders so
frail,
The burden of choices, the shadows prevail.
The striving and striving, the yearning to
rise,
Against the dark currents that tempt and
surprise.
The strength to forgive, the courage to mend,
The quiet resolve, where the battles
transcend.
These battles of heart, fought in solitude's
grace,
Are victories won, in time and in space.
For in the still chamber, where conscience
does dwell,
Lies the true measure, the triumph of self.
The battles for gold, may bring fleeting
acclaim,
But the battles within, etch a stronger name.
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