Wars have been won in many ways,
And battles have always had cards to play,
But there is a war and many battles I haven't won.
As there is a secret war.

A war of internal struggle.
Which leaves my mind bothered and puzzled.
How am I going to win?
What is my greatest sin?

I love and care for all the people around me,
From close friends to a rather large family tree.
I've lived in two personalities knowing nothing,
But in them I've found something.
It is greater than myself, but it's something.

A way of finding internal peace and serenity.
To accept myself for who I am certainly.
A son,grandson,brother,cousin,nephew,uncle,and poet.
My greatest gifts in order to grow it.
Gifts of poetic form and passion.

This war will soon be over.
Soon my emotions will not have to take cover.
I have many battles ahead.
I won't die now, I refuse to be dead.
Until tomorrow comes,this path I will tread.
© The Wolf of Poetry Forest