Willpower

It's the art of rising, when life has knocked you down, 

A silent strength, wearing its invisible crown. 

Willpower, the mind's ultimate might, 

Pushing through darkness, towards the light. 

Not force of arms, nor physical might, 

But, the inner strength to fight. 

Defying the rush of quick delight's, 

To stand steadfast, resolute, and bright. 

A guard against the siren's tempting song, 

A fortress for the weak, making them strong. 

Not just a spark, but an eternal flame, 

In the quest for greatness, it stakes its claim. 

In moments of weakness, when defeat seems near, 

It whispers, "Stand up, there's nothing to fear." 

Watered by tears, nurtured by sweat and pain, 

In the harshest drought, it shall still remain. 

So, when the world says, "You cannot, you're frail," 

Willpower answers, "I can, I will not fail." 

Residing within you, in the dead of night, 

Pushing through darkness, towards the light.