Mental health is not a war to win, No flag to raise, no foe to pin. There is no final, thunderous cheer— Only paths that twist, then reappear. It’s not a battle, not a fight, But a journey shaped by shade and light. Across wide plains of quiet thought, Through jungles dense with what we're taught, Across the seas where sorrows swell, And deserts where no tears will dwell. We learn new ways to breathe and be, To plant our roots, to set them free. And as we go, we meet strange kin— Some hold light, some drown within. Friends and foes with silent scars, Each navigating their own stars. We So when you cross another soul, Pause before you cast a role. Their map is theirs, you cannot see The ghosts they hold, the place they flee. Let kindness be your steady guide, Let care and calm walk by your side. Acceptance is a warming flame, Understanding—never shame. No race to run, no prize to claim, No need to feel you're lost or lame. You're on a path, both vast and true— And every step belongs to you.