The battle is raging though my eyes cannot see
My mind keeps on screaming, "Let me be free!"

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."
Wow! My wife is blessed with the talent of expressing herself in writing, unlike my shallow self. You make me proud honey!
ReplyDeleteThanks Babe! Checks in the mail!!
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