The War Within Poem by Mereia Namatua

'The War Within'

Inside my mind, a quiet storm,
Where thoughts collide and dreams deform.
A battlefield behind my eyes—
Each smile I wear, a thin disguise.

One voice says, "You are not enough, "
Another cries, "Stand up, be tough."
I walk a line so faint, so thin,
Between the peace and noise within.

My doubts, they echo like a drum,
Reminding me of what won't come.
While hope, a whisper in the rain,
Still dares to rise through all the pain.

I build myself, then tear apart,
A mason of a fractured heart.
Each thought a brick, each fear a crack,
Each dream a step I might take back.

And yet I breathe—still, I remain,
A vessel carved from joy and strain.
I am the fighter and the fight,
The fading dusk and morning light.

For though my mind may bruise and bend,
It learns, it breaks, it tries to mend.
And in that struggle, raw and true—
A deeper strength is born anew.

So if you see me lost or still,
Just know I climb an unseen hill.
One day I'll reach the sky I crave—
Not flawless, but unafraid and brave.