Member-only story
True Enemy
A Poem dedicated to my True Enemies
In shadows deep, the enemy hides,
Not in the faces we see outside.
It whispers doubts, it sows the fear,
A quiet voice too close to hear —
The war we fight, it’s fought inside.
It wears no mask, it shows no blade,
Yet in its snare, we’re often swayed.
It bends the truth, distorts the light,
Turns hope to ash and day to night —
Within our hearts, its plans are laid.
No foe we meet on fields of war,
Can wound us deep, or hurt us more.
The silent thoughts that lead astray,
Those self-made chains we can’t unlay,
The truest enemy we implore.
We point to others, blame the skies,
But miss the storm behind our eyes.
In doubt and envy, fear and pride,
The real adversary does reside —
Invisible, yet full of lies.
But still, we have the power to see,
To break the chains and set us free.
For strength within can quell the dark,
And light the flame, ignite the spark —
The true enemy yields to bravery.
