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Hero

We fight them every day...
Those demons inside...
Battles of the heart...
Debates of the mind.

An avalanche of thoughts...
Attacked the other day...
Fear caused a fire...so fast...
It swallowed everything in its way.

Panic caused an alarm...
Anxious smoke rose to the sky...
A ceiling of darkness...
Scared...I wanted to cry.

A moment of silence...
I gathered courage...
And struck out fright...
Doused all the fire...
Finally...at peace for the night.

Every day it happens...
I fight those demons inside...
No power to save the world...
Does it still make me a hero if I fight battles
just not the ones outside?


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  1. VanitaApril 14, 2020 at 11:26 AM

    What a wonderful way to understand that the Conflict is Within. Going within …. Does Make Us the Hero. From Within …. comes … All the 'Outside'. Understanding this, as you have, is paramount. I am awe-inspired by your expressions, Pooja. Thank You.

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    1. Letters to my SisterApril 24, 2020 at 3:05 AM

      Thank you for your kinds words! Expressing and learning as I go :)

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