The Unseen Fighter

You rise each day with a heavy heart,

A quiet war, a world apart.

No medals gleam, no banners wave,

Yet still, you fight to feel brave.

The weight you bear, no one can see,

Invisible chains, but no less free.

A mind that wanders, a heart that aches,

A soul that bends but never breaks.

They say you're strong; you often doubt,

For strength, you feel, should scream and shout.

But courage lives in the softest cries,

In facing fears and wiping eyes.

You’re more than the battles you’ve endured,

A masterpiece still being cured.

Every tear and every fall,

A step toward rising after all.

So hold on tight, your story’s not done,

The darkest nights bring the brightest sun.

And when you feel you're out of fight,

Remember: survival itself is light.

Even in shadows, your spirit shines.