I know you planned for
A season of fun
But here you are
And it’s a knapsack
Of wars
You can’t abstain.
You must choose your battles
And opt to fight.
Wake up
Feel the breath of life
Blow through your nostrils
That is the signal
To laugh through the pains
Rise from your slips
Pick up your breastplate
Arm your sword
Its a new day
And time to promise
To win your battles
© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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Hiii 🙂 nice poem on promise to win over our inner battles !!
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Powerful! I enjoy the photo also that you found to accompany this 🙂
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You also 🙂
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Great post as usual.
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totally agree..
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Have a great day.
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“choose your battles” till the devil warrior in you is defeated
very nice.
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I like that perspective. Thanks for sharing your views. Have a triumphant day !
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Lovely post and yes Life is a War but have we not made our Lives like that when Life is simply so beautiful.
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Yes we have. It is beautiful indeed. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your views. Have a beautiful day !
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You’re welcome always. Keep it up. 👍
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It’s a new day to win your battles. Yea sir!
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This is profoundly true. Those who complain of a brief encounter with trouble, a passing storm, are ill-prepared to face life. We will all of us be shipwrecked, and more than once. That is certain. But whatever the sword God placed in our hands, we must take it up again, and wield it. A war has raged since time immemorial between life and death, good and evil, discouragement and valor. And we must play our part.
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