Forward, Hut Poem by Gabhriel Londe

See, I believe that every single day
We lose little bits and pieces of
Our souls;
Chips off the marble sculptures
That were made in our image,
Drops of water trying to flood
The fire
That we all have inside ourselves.

But that’s not what matters.
That’s not how we measure
Our Will.
That’s not what makes
Or breaks you.
What makes
Or breaks you
Is yourself.

You can either create more sculptures,
Redefining yourself along the way,
Or you can be left with only gravel
Weighing you down.
You can either feed your fire,
Or you can let it die down,
Becoming a pile of soaked ashes
Leaving you cold;
Making you numb.

So many people have given up,
Accepting what they believe to be
Defeat
In one form or another.
But life is a war
With many battles,
And it’s harder to win a battle
Than it is to lose it,
But just because you lose a battle
Doesn't mean that you’ll
Lose the war.

So, tell me now,
How hard are you willing
To fight
To win your war?