Needing to release this,
But I’d just be bleeding on the page.
When will this end?
When will I come out the other side,
Find peaceful places in my mind.
That aren’t filled with shadowed thoughts,
Congealed into wicked jelly.
Taken a gut shot,
on the ropes, it seems.
go ahead
take another swing
now my head is spinning,
so much for my way of doing things.
Control, the one thing I couldn’t keep
doing my best to stay on my feet.
I strike back,
aim and miss
shove these thoughts down again.
They drop me to the mat
On my knees, ready to tap out
Then from outside the ring,
I hear him shout
Rely on my strength,
This fight is already won,
I have overcome.
I get to my feet,
Taking the last swing,
the enemy staggers back in defeat,
I sigh in relief.
For greater is he that is in me,
than the enemy I’ve just beat.
