The Battle

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Each day is a battle

A battle to stay afloat in a sea of whispers

Whispers from a demon's staring glare

Glaring becasue you might be different

Different becasue you express your true colors

But colors are not always appreciated

And  each harsh word, a weight

A weight on your shoulders that cannot be shaken

Kicking, thrashing, slashing, clawing

Such a stuggle to continue to breathe

The fight against the undertow becomes unbearable

And when the waves crash over your nose and mouth

Preventing a final word or a last goodbye

An angel appears in shimmering white

Coaxing your soul from the depths of the sea

The battle of the day is won

And though the victory is sweet

A demom's whisper snakes through your skull

Reminding you the war continues tomorrow

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