The Battles Within

I have personally battled my mind,
Of truths, of anxiety, of my past and all the other experiences intertwined.
Sometimes I have won,
Other times I have lost,
But one thing remains the same, it becomes my story,
Hardships, heartaches, happy times and all its glory.

I have never personally gone to war,
And seen the lives of those beside me taken, or the horrific acts of gore.
I’ve heard stories,
Triumphant and tragedy alike,
But one thing remains the same, someone had to lose for the other to win,
The ending always declares, a new place to begin.

It feels good sometimes to hear people talk,
About your achievements, about memories of you, and how you never balk.
Even though a bit embellished,
Sometimes a little off,
But one thing remains the same, if the intention was well meant,
It’s hard to correct their interpretation of who you represent.

I’ve battled with experiences of my own,
My shortcomings, my achievements, my credibility and stories that have grown.
Are they completely true,
Have I let human interaction intervene,
One thing remains the same, my character is based within these interactions,
It’s hard to take that away, when it brings myself and others such positive satisfactions.

I’ve only meant to be myself, be good and always love,
Respect others right to live, give service, and balance this life with the one above.
Am I perfect, not even close,
Are my intentions pure, absolutely,
And now as I go into the new day I know there will be battles left to fight,
For that I am thankful I have a God, to help me do what’s right.