The Battle

There's a battle going on inside all of us.
Some people win.
Some people lose.
Then there are people,
Where it's just a constant up and down situation.

The light.
An inner peace.
A constant flow of content.
This is what takes over when people win.
Not many people do.

The darkness.
A sadness.
A total feeling of loss.
This is what takes over when people lose.
Lots of people do.

The constant war.
The mix of ups and downs,
Of contempt and anguish,
Of peace and calm.
This is when people die trying.
The majority of people do.

They'll live a constant battle.
Where the stars of hope,
Shine brightly as many times,
As they fade into darkness.

The people who lose,
Don't realize,
That the darkness is just clouds,
Covering the stars.
They give up waiting,
For the stars to come out again,
So the stars never do.

The fighters keep wishing,
For the stars to come out,
So the stars will.
But they always have feelings of doubt,
And the clouds like the doubt.
That makes it harder for the stars,
But they manage.

And the people who win?
They don't mind a bit of cloudy weather.