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INTERNAL BATTLE by Vishaka Aguilera

(Editors note:  In honor of National Suicide Prevention Week, the poems we feature this week are meant to contribute to raising awareness toward this cause. All are welcome to participate)

This poem is about my fight through depression...

I hope by sharing my Internal Battle it'll motivate and encourage others to keep on fighting as well.

Internal Battle
by Vishaka Aguilera

The Sun battles the Moon each day
Pushing his way into the sky
But always falling back into the horizon
Many of us fight this constant war inside

We fight our own battles
Others seldom see
The troubles we face everyday
That make our insides shake and rattle

There's a war going on inside my head
My thoughts are twisted and dark
Yearning to see the light
Searching for something I cannot find

Hours of the day go by quickly
While the nights drag on
Leaving me with battle wounds and scars
I grow tired and weak yet strive to fight on

The Sun is now rising
Filling me with golden warmth
The dark and light coexist
My internal battle no longer firing.

Vishaka Aguilera is a nursing major who plans on becoming a pediatric nurse. She lives in North Central Florida but dreams of living back in California one day. She has been writing poetry since she was young and loves to paint in her free time. 

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  1. Vishaka will make a wonderful pediatric nurse. Wishing her well. <3
    Thanks for sharing her poetry.

  2. Vishaka, your words hold deep truth and honesty. I hold you in my heart to stay true to your path and inner voice. Be well and Blessed

  3. Thank you Vishaka for sharing your experience so courageously. Your poem touched my heart. I hope you keep writing and sharing!


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