Overcoming The Dark
The lights go out and my nerves go too.
This has been the case for as long as I can remember.
My memory is long and stands as strong as timber.
In the darkness lurk those things that make my soul churn in fear.
It is ironic because for a long time I too dwelled there.
Earnestly I try to figure out this unsolved mystery.
The truth lays hidden like our Devine ancestry.
I don’t fear who I’ll become.
The truth is I am not fond of who I am.
I bleed red blood and the witnesses call me man.
My heart is deceitful and daily I choose to live a lie.
I say I serve a great God,
And yet many still question why.
I was made in the image of someone greater than I,
But when I look in the mirror, pride tells me it is only I.
At an encounter, I can feel the pain of others.
I’ve seen newborns readily willing to be given up by their weary mothers.
I’ve seen those who truly have no will to go on, still fight;
And it is in those times, my heart is given wings and my soul begins to take flight.
Overcoming the dark has been one of my hardest struggles to date.
The crux of this issue lies in the fact that it seems so innate.
But I thank God perception doesn't mean reality.
I'm even more grateful that His light vehemently pursues me.