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Fight for Freedom (a Journey poem #2)

Fight for Freedom
(a Journey poem #2) 
Marie Slider 
17 April 2018

At the end of the path the darkness gets thick.
I push my way through, feeling this is a trick.
When I finally see that door so inviting,
I feel my breath catch and I know I'm surviving.
Suddenly fingers start wrapping around me.
They pull me so hard, I fall to my knee.
They tug at my heart and tighten the strings.
They make me feel many negative things.
They get into my mind and wriggle my brain,
Changing my thoughts to make me insane.
They squeeze at my throat my words disappear,
Until the end of my voice starts getting near.
They blindfold my eyes with a blur so intense,
The hope I saw before looks surrounded by fence.
They tie up my feet so I can't take a step,
Stealing away my vigor and pep.
They reach for my hands so I can't touch the knob,
My fingers I'm stretching, go numb and throb.
However, this journey that God sent me on,
Has given me muscles to help make me strong.
I pull out my hands from those fingers so tough,
When I finally realize I have had enough.
I wrench them off from strangling my voice,
Remembering through this, I always have a choice.
I whisper the words, faith in God does remain,
I ask for some help to escape this pain.
My eyes start to flicker, my sight is reborn,
I see the fingers now, and where my skin they have torn.
Behind me I feel a presence like ice,
Trying to intimidate, those eyes they do slice.
They feel like daggers all over my back,
And I keep reaching forward giving no slack.
Knob in hand I feel like a rubber band,
If I let go, in darkness I'll land.
I turn it as fast as I possibly can,
Feeling the cold behind like a huge roaring fan.
I pull open the door and His warmness engulfs me,
A feeling more grand than I could foresee.
His light from inside blasts out all around.
The fingers retreat; I'm no longer bound.
My first step in Freedom, I gratefully take.
From the nightmare that was; I finally wake.

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