the good fight

Sometimes fighting the good fight

Looks nothing like a fight. 

It looks like smiling through sad tears, 

Giving more from a barrel near empty, 

Loving further when you can't see how, 

Writing letters

—sheets and sheets—

And then throwing them away, 

Filling each new day with something

—anything—

And enjoying it all. 

Sometimes fighting the good fight 

Is not fighting at all. 

Sometimes fighting the good fight

Is loving yourself enough 

To keep the light on

When shutting the door, 

Closing up shop, 

And running away

Look like winning. 

Fighting the good fight

Is about keeping hope close

And always striving for right.