Self Conquest

I’m waking up,

the night has turned

dawn and there’s no more 

demons walking at midnight

don’t worry, the clouds will 

blow over soon, just hold on tight

who knows the 

truth of destiny, 

basking in the

grief of heartache, 

the symbols in your 

dreams mean something 

and give foresight for 

when you’re awake

have trust in the process, 

you will meet your fate

though maybe there’s still 

wolves gnawing on your aorta 

and ghosts haunting 

your cranium,

your skeleton is 

made of steel with 

organs the toughness 

of titanium

it's a healing 

process

overcoming the 

barriers in our lives, 

we’re all considerably 

a work in progress 

we will always be learning 

from our mistakes 

and striving for self conquest, 

but the matter of the fact is,

choking on pride will not

make anything perfect

- Leah Rae