Today I Will Fight

 

Slowly I crawl on broken glass
I can see the end
A ray of light
but the journey is so painful
I don’t want to take another step
I can’t… I can’t crawl another inch
Even the faintest breath I take drives the  sharp jagged glass deeper into my already bleeding skin.
Do I give up or do I move on?
It hurts to lay here
Yet it’s more painful to move forward
No, today I will fight
The shards of glass irritates my wounded flesh
It’s pointy edges cutting its way closer to my barely beating heart.
Am I alive?
Or should I give up on this nightmare I wish to become a dream?
No, today I will fight
When  I arrive I will be able to rest to heal.
But is all of the suffering worth it?
I lay on my back as I stare into the sun
It’s beams only reminding me of my darkness
The buzzards hovering my nearly lifeless body
Taunting my every striving attempt to progress
Perhaps I am already dead?
Perhaps the pain I feel is only a flashback of my life?
No it is the journey that I must survive
The journey of my life
The story yet unfinished
Today I fight
As the thoughts ponder in my mind
A cool icy breeze pierces my open wounds
It engulfs my body with its overwhelming grasp
“Close the book” it whispers in its slithery voice
“Your chapter is finished and there is no one left to read your pages”
Perhaps the wind is right?
Perhaps there is no one… no one
No, today I fight
With every resisting move I make so much as a thought
The wind pushes harder and becomes more forceful
We wrestle until the wind sees that I am no longer moving
“My work here is done. “
Breathless I lie on my back unable to move from the struggle
My eyes slowly close
Perhaps this is it
This is the end
I mumble a prayer with the only breath I have left
“God, I can’t do this alone”
As I exhale these words, my eyes are jolted with an overwhelming light
The earth I lie on begins to shake
And with a voice as loud as a thousand horseman, I hear Him speak
No, today you will fight
Am I dead?
Who is this voice calling me from the afterlife?
Are you a vision?
I begin breathing again
Each breath getting stronger
My eyes begin to open
A hand reaches towards me to help me stand
and again I hear
No, today you will fight
As I reach for the help that is extended
I am lifted to stand by the powerful grip of this stranger
Or is it a stranger?
His voice is so familiar
It’s as loud as a thunderstorm on a summer night
but as calm as a river covered in mossy green
No, today you will fight
Today you will breath
Today you will rest
Today you will trust
Today you have found hope
Today you will never fight alone

 

 

Ephesians 6:12-13

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

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