We fought day and night,

But he never followed the rules.

He knew how to wear me down,

But I won this war.

He wears different masks

But he is one and the same- a distraction.

There are two weapons-

To write or to give up.

Giving up gives him strength.

But writing gives me power.

I gained courage and chose to write.

I won’t let my inner demon consume me.

Bruises decorate my body- but only inside.

My opponent’s grip has relinquished.

My writer’s block has died. A bright light glows inside me.

The battle was over; I am free. I can write.