In twilight’s hush where restless visions meet,
A quiet fighter stands on trembling feet.
No clash of steel, no crowd, no battle cry—
Just waves of doubt that rise and never die.
A guarded heart, a castle under strain,
Replays old echoes, stitched with silent pain.
Yet bravery blooms, defying shadow’s reign,
A spark of light that dances through the rain.
Soft voices hiss like serpents in the mind,
Pulling at hope, unyielding and unkind.
But still a glow refuses to depart,
A steady flame that lives within the heart.
From trials fierce, a stronger soul takes form,
Unchained, unbowed, reborn beyond the storm.
Like fire reborn from ash and shattered ends,
The spirit soars, renews itself, ascends.
So let winds howl and crashing thunder roar,
For strength is carved where chaos floods the core.
These silent wars, though hidden, leave their art
Resilient scars that shape a fearless heart
MARYANN BOSAH 
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