When you hide behind the trees.
Seeing the forgotten plains slowly
remembering the green fields
wanting to forget never to remember.
Never seeing the wood for trees
losing the battles, yet never the wars
making a last stand seeing the trees
standing alone doing what’s right.
Never doubting the strength within
rising high above seeing the trees
for the worth they have realising
the self doubts were just that.
The last fight the last fears
last battle within is over never
ending wars within the battle
has been won but the war
continues to fight another day.
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