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Hope In The Fight

Hope In The Fight
6 October 2018

The fight is still so real, it pulls me to and fro.
It makes me feel insane, like I have nowhere safe to go.
It yells inside my head, tells me I'm a fool;
That in seeking out some help, I'm just another mule.
I know that this is temporary, it will not last that long,
And the purpose of this fight, is to make me strong.
I know that there are others fighting right beside;
Yet part of me still wishes, the fight would just subside.
Depression and anxiety fill me to the core.
I can tell you this much, this life is not a bore.
There's beauty still around, faith and love still there;
Even though I hide them, making me feel bare.
I won't give into evil, it cannot have my life;
Though it tries to overcome, and cuts me like a knife.
I know that God is watching, offering His aid;
Sometimes it's through angels, or offering a blockade.
Sometimes it's through man who offer a kind deed;
Or nature, music, scriptures; even in books I read.
I know He won't give up in helping me return.
There are just so many lessons I have yet to learn.
So when I feel despair and my path seems hard to follow;
I look down at my feet and take one step towards tomorrow.
It's the only way I know that today I can bear,
The struggles set before me; and one day I can share,
The hope that kept me going on this journey I went through,
To the Glory in the end, when we are made anew.

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