Ode to the Rower

This is a war
For no one else to see
Descending to the depths
The feeling from which most flee

Misery! They cry
What could be worth the pain?
To endure to the end
With so little to gain

Their line of thought tempting
But they are mistaken
For each painful step forward
Another casualty taken

Yes a piece of me dies
Every extra second I endure
But I endorse this culling
A path towards the pure

So maybe pain is not pain
If we look beyond what we know
But part of our identity
From which we can grow

There is strength enough
No need for a goodbye
I intend to return from
The place where most deny


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