I'm far from a poet but I wrote this the other day and I'm following up my post from earlier in the week with it. So for all you literary types or English professionals you will have to overlook any rhythm missteps. I just write it down as it comes to me and it isn't always pretty! My senior English teacher, Miss Morgan would roll over if she saw some of the stuff I've posted. So apologies to her. She did try her best to educate me.
The battle is raging though my eyes cannot see
My mind keeps on screaming, "Let me be free!"
Flee from my memory and remind me no more
Stop standing and waiting crouched at my door
Long ago demons I thought were at rest
The struggle is frequent and unrelenting at best
They stir up my memories and mess with my mind
They spin me in circles and leave my eyes blind
Like a heavy black fog they creep into my dreams
Though I try to call out they silence my screams
They lurk in the scents and the tunes of my past
They cling and they claw with a grip that's so vast
So once again in full armor I struggle to stand
I draw out my sword and with bible in hand
I face down my enemy and retreat no more
I press ever forward and shout from my door
"That is not who I am or forever will be.
That is simply the old and the worst part of me!
God Cleansed me and gave me a robe of pure white.
His grace gives me freedom to fight the good fight."