The Challenge – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


A rumble comes from deep within
This is the start, it shall begin
A challenge, unknown, will I win?
I brush it off, forgotten

Until the beast does comes alive
I pray, this demon, I’ll survive
But in my body, it does thrive
Its will is born, begotten

A battlefield, my body owns
With each movement, creaks and groans
Surviving, yet these aging bones
Have trouble standing tall

I grab my shield, my mighty sword
Victory shall be my reward
Up to the top, I move toward
I refuse to let me fall

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