Small Battles, Great Victories

A new day has dawned with the shadow of old battles looming on the horizon.  The night before was riddled with fitful sleep and frightful dreams, just mere subconscious portrayal of the conscious battle that rages.  Just before the sun burned through the haze, hoe and rake were put to work.  New blooms imminently burst with promise, readily seen now that the dead and withered blooms from weeks before have been removed.  The slow and meticulous weeding brought a sense of great victory, even if for a couple of days. 

A new day has dawned with the shadow of old battles looming on the horizon.  The night before was riddled with fitful sleep and frightful dreams, just mere subconscious portrayal of the conscious battle that rages.  Long before the sun burned through the haze, internal alarms awakened the body multiple times demanding that needs be met and new positioning sought to relieve pain, ever present even in deep sleep.  The night passed with slow and meticulous movement of the clock; the morning brought a sense of great victory.  The battles of the night were over without any evidence of accidental casualties and a few hours rest and victory were gained in the midst of it all.

A new day has dawned with the shadow of old battles looming on the horizon.  The night before was riddled with fitful sleep and frightful dreams, just mere subconscious portrayal of the conscious battle that rages.  Soon the sun will set as the day draws to close.  So too closes the small battles sufficient for today.  It was just another event but rather than avoid even the threat of potential attack as typically has been done before, the battlefield was entered head on.  Relying on no earthly being and on nothing but faith and courage, the assumed support system was not sought out as in previous days.  Common voices of shame and doubt, blame and insecurity were kept at a distance.  Maintaining ownership of myself and keeping mobile with honor given to boundaries, the battle was short-lived and the attacks were kept at bay.  Regardless of the events around me, the battle of the mind was not given over to the enemy. 

Victory is a great companion to bring home, if only until the next call to battle.

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