Victorious
Who I desire is not who I am but who I'm meant to be
Secrets that weigh me and sin that dismays me
I'm caught in a game and the battle is for me
I will fight till I can't stand, fight till I fall
And there I'll find strength on my knees
I will turn down the world's noise and open my eyes to light that so desperately calls me
A river of truth that will flow through my vains but the path that is right I must choose
The road that is wide is filled with the hatred that I've found can so easily bruise
So on the narrow I walk
One foot after the other
Till no longer can I see to move
When the moment arrives and I have survived
I lift my hands to the One who pulled me through
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TheLonelyTraveler
i enjoyed reading that
thisispoetryproject
Mariposa, this poem is absolutely amazing! If I were an engine, your poem just added 100 horsepower! What's greatest about this poem, in my humble opinion, is that so many people will be able to relate. You have successfully captured the struggle of millions in 13 lines and 145 words. Spectacular!
I wonder what struggles you're going through to have been able to dig so deep? Maybe each of those struggles are poems in and of themselves.