Fighting Shadows

I stand at the edge of tomorrow,  

But my feet are tangled in yesterday,  

Chained by regrets, old wounds still hollow,  

Fighting battles that never fade away.  

Each step I take, the past pulls tighter,  

A silent ghost I cannot see,  

Whispers of failure grow ever brighter,  

While the present waits, calling to me.  

I swing my sword at phantom fears,  

But the enemy lies deep within,  

Not in the now, but in the years,  

Where dreams were lost, and hope grew thin.  

Yet what is gone cannot be changed,  

Though I keep replaying the same old scenes,  

It's time to shift, to rearrange,  

And fight the fight that freedom means.  

So I loosen the grip of what I know,  

And step into the light ahead,  

No longer fighting the undertow—  

I’ll live for now, not the things long dead.