Sweat beads glisten a reflection of fight
by plainspokenrefuse
· 02/01/2026
Published 02/01/2026 13:41
Sweat beads glisten, a reflection of fight,
as I stand in the mirror, caught in the light.
Each droplet a testament to miles I have run,
a battle with shadows, a war never won.
In the quiet I breathe, raw and exposed,
each gasp draws forth memories that clothe and enclose.
I chase what I want, only to find,
that sweat drips away, yet leaves nothing behind.