A poem I wrote about mental illness

[CardinalRose]

Unified Unit

Every morning with the rising of the sun
Comes fighting the same monsters as yesterday.
This battle is neither close to the beginning
Or far from being over.
The monsters are unique in circumstance
But no stranger to those who fight them.
The twisted allegories of these battles
Are often invisible to the outside world-
Shunned for being incredulous.
Most warriors cloak this arena of chaos
By masking the true parts of themselves-
The fear of being true only fuels the battle.
Some warriors however find sanctuary within
Walls of created safety-
Often from those who have fought longer
And have bared witness to great sacrifice.
For others, their soul has fought as long as possible
With eternal rest being the only reprieve.
These warriors were not weak
Nor should they be forgotten.
As this age old battle of good vs evil rages on,
We must find within each other as a unified unit,
The strength to weave our cloaks together- so as to smother the flames of these ageless monsters,
And be witness to a brighter sunrise each day.