Overcoming the Darkness

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 fear.

It is ironic because for a long time I dwelled there.

Earnestly I try to figure out this unsolved mystery.

The truth lays hidden like our ancestry.

I don’t fear who I’ll become rather, 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 tell 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.