The Inner Drive

He stood on the edge of feild
Sweat covered his brow,
he was tired.
The mental battles
of the day
taxed all his spiritual
and physical strength.

The children, the wife,
the past, the arrows of

Remembering his source
He bowed his head
in prayer.
Sighing heavily.

Reflecting on reasons
to continue.
They run through his veins
like flowing water.

The children, the wife, the past,
and the creator.
Fire reignited in his soul.
His strength returned.


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