The boy fell to his knees,
As all around him the battle was being won.
The war had lasted forever
And now it was finally done.
He lifted his head
And closed both his eyes,
Letting the prayer leave his cracked lips,
With the joyous chorus of victory cries.
Once again on his feet,
He felt the weight of the sword in his hand
And let it drop to the ground,
With a loud thud, signaling the end.
He was bruised, and he was broken,
And his clothes were covered in blood,
Because his enemy had been merciless
And had been condemned to death, by God.
He felt the weight leave his shoulders,
As he realized all that he’d accomplished.
The task hadn’t been easy,
But, at last, the enemy had perished.
When he looked around,
He was once again, alone,
For the angels had done their job
And were called to return home.
The battle he just won, wasn’t one you’d read about,
In the dreaded history book.
It was a battle of the mind and of the heart,
By which many others, were overtook.
The enemy he had slain,
Was the demon whispering in his ear.
The one telling him to do the wrong thing,
Making the boy live a life of constant fear.
Every day the boy would fight,
And try to win the war on his own,
But, defeated, he had asked for help
And help was closer than he had known.
We are all like the boy.
Fighting in a war, we’ll never win,
Until we ask for help and let go,
That’s when we’ll feel the victory begin.
The fight is always long and hard,
As the enemy holds on with everything it’s got.
But help is closer than we assume,
And you can get it, with the power of one thought.
We live through battle every day,
And we’re too proud to ask for help.
But try to remember, that you’re not alone.
There’s always, someone there to hear you yelp.
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