Warrior Of The Mind  my 1st acrostic

Warriors of the mind you and I.  Facing daily battles and struggles, yet we never yield.  Each struggle, each battle a chance to learn, to rise.   

Anguish fills your life, but I promise it’s not the end. 

Reoccurring nightmares, reoccurring episodes.  Every battle a chance to learn, a chance to be strengthened. 

Redeemed moments, delving into the hurt and pain of the past.  Every plunge a chance to heal a chance to grow. 

Individualistic, everyone’s conflicts are different, everyone’s way of fighting is different.  What works for me may not work for you.  

Ownership of the darkness doesn’t mean that it’s all your fault.  But you have the power to change it into something better. To be a light in the darkness for others.   

Reckoning is coming, one only you can bring.  Dash the darkness across your knee and break its spine, and show it who you are. The victor of a thousand battles SURVIVOR in all caps. 

Ocean of possibilities inside of your mind.  Awaiting to be unlocked by struggle and strife.  For no growth happens in complacency.   

Fragile?  You are not, you might be broken a little but who’s not.  So sew yourself back together with the help of a Family blood or found.  Then join us in golden joinery. 

Talking is the easiest and hardest thing you’ll ever do.  It’s often the first step to healing, the last, and everywhere in between.  Other paths exist, yet oftentimes this one only costs courage.  

Helping others out of the pits and trenches is a balm for your soul, that you never knew you needed. 
Effervescent personalities are so often used to hide the darkness that we fight.  But in time we draw others in with the rawness, and realness of our struggles and victories.  

Master of your own destiny, master of your own fate.  Though the world and your demons may drag you down your destiny is still yours to choose.  To struggle and fight with all that you are or succumb, the choice is yours.   

Initially we have a lust for death to the darkness we fight.  We long for an end to our suffering we long for rest, eventually we gain a lust for life upon which we feed and thrive.   Because when you cross that line that first gasp is like a rebirth fueling a new lust for life.  

Natural law dictates that all eventually face the darkness that conflict within their mind.  There are battles there that all will face, some more than others.  Yet in facing them, we forge our shared strengths.  

Demons haunt us at every step, they nip at your heels ever present.  But it is possible to make them fear your name and to make them regret the day they were assigned to you.   

A huge thanks to Pixie Bruner who gave me some suggestions and ideas on how to refine this poem.