The Struggle Within 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Deep in the hollow, where shadows play,
a silent battle unfolds each day.
No trumpet sounds, no banners rise,
just whispers of doubt beneath the skies.

The weight of dreams yet to be born,
a heart unyielding, battered and worn.
Climbing cliffs where no paths are laid,
hands bleeding from choices made.

Each step forward, a backward glance,
the haunting pull of a shattered chance.
Yet still the spirit fights to stand,
to carve new futures with trembling hand..
No rhyme to soothe, no melody near,
only the rawness of hope and fear.
But in the quiet, the truth remains:
growth is forged through unseen pains.