Turning Point?

Crushed on every side–
No time to breath, move, find myself.
The enemies’ breath is down my neck.
I am lost.
I cannot see.
I am losing the will to fight.

But if I were an eagle,
Soaring the heights on a thermal breath of living peace–
Would I see how far I’ve come?
Would I see my fellow fighters riding in to save the day?
Would I see the final enemy falling at my feet?

If I press on just a little more,
Do I get the victory this time
Instead of cutting off my own sword hand?

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