Fishbowl

Defeated and tired
thats how they said
I look.
But different than
the old battle I’d lost
when the Enemy overtook,
out there
in the world
it was exhaustion by
normalcy.
Satan and his demons
spread lies
and take breath
straight from your
lungs
sometimes even
midstep.
but here
in my bubble
I’m running on fumes.
Drained far past empty;
the poster child for
gloom
There’s a happy side now though,
Everyday wearing my armor
I’m not fighting against man.
I’m beating down
Lucifer
and I plan to
Win
because
with God’s strength,
this time,
I know I
can.

Fishbowl

innerwovenluv

Joined March 2009

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