
Invictus
I am invictus.
This is my battle cry.
A million armies can knock me down,
but none will ever cease my fight.
Mountains rise before me
and behind them hides the light,
but I am not defeated
and among them I too will rise.
Rain comes pouring down
slowing my steady stride,
but strength will grow within me.
I won't be stopped by rising tides.
I am invictus,
unfazed by climbing heights,
filled with hope, and undefeated.
My spirit will never die.
This poem is about:
Me
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