Something to feel other than this pain.
The walls of isolation whispers.
The call of indulgence hinders me deeply.
Frustration builds, the enemy tries- but he fails.
Speaking life when holding on to death is tough.
Hearing God when listening to Satan is tiring.
Wanting pleasure, wanting to escape, wanting to leave, but fearing there is nothing in next.
Not wanting to do it and hating yourself for wanting it.
Wanting to live but feeling stuck..
I’m running. Out of peace, out of answers, out of self love, and out of self perseverance.
Not wanting to speak the truth, but knowing the power of the tongue.
I am free. Free from pain, free from my past, free from Satan.
There are no giants in my next. I’m reaching higher, but not overnight.
I am not left behind. I am flying high. One step at a time. One step at a time.
A Journey to Summer 