Stumbled upon stability in my search for Truth.
At that moment, taunting whispers lost their hold;
Threatening waves together with all their noise crushed.
But in my attainment of inner peace,
I sensed death.
A still void buried deep within.
Almost didn’t notice it;
Not with all these sounds of over turning chapters resonating.
Confronting this growing stronghold lost me to a sea of questions,
Called out to my Father,
Told Him I’m drowning,
But His reply is this very thorn in my flesh.
My arsenal is proving futile;
But I never stopped reaching,
Hoping that Hand of Love would grab me.
My hope was shaken;
Instead of the Hands that held my colours,
The claws of Satan hover proudly;
That repelling force against my ascent.
Seems I’m back to the dunghill,
Or the past caught up with me;
I can hear those voices again.
No words from Father still,
My only comfort are His words of Old.
In faith I inclined to a corner,
Waiting for the day this shadows will fade
And I’d see the Sun again;
The Devil laughed,
Said I am only insane,
I looked at my obstacle, smiled.
“You’re only here because Father consented.” I replied.
These words left my tongue igniting Life in me,
I stood up.
Looking at the Lucifer in the eyes I matched towards him.
“It’s time to impress Father again.”