The mind wrestles
against and within itself.
Days are a balance of brave and monumental hopes
swirled with weary and self-pitying reluctance.
Then balance shifts to war.
Then war shifts to white flag.
But it is not only he who surrenders who loses when the white flag flies.
The ones who are silent, scared, injured.
They lose. Lose more.
They hope hard
that bravery and hope
win the war over weary and self-pity.
or at least for a balance to be restored.