Where the Battle is Won

The battle is won here, in the early light,
before the world begins to wake,
before the sun cuts through the fog
and the birds begin their song,
before the tide begins to shift.

It is here you decide to fight or surrender,
while the outcome is uncertain, but the enemy is sure,
buried deep within, strong
but brittle,
broken in a single burst of will

as you mock it, laughing, shouting
“It’s show time!”
as you leave the bed
and discover the world
anew.

About this poem

“It’s show time!” is my battle cry. Each morning as depression tells me to stay wrapped in the safety of the covers, I throw the sheets off and charge into my day, whether I am feeling it or not.

Truly, the battle is won or lost in the mornings.

Tom