My Battle

My body was sick,
Poisoned by the world’s own lies,
Killing me each day.

Yet my mind stayed strong,
Constantly fighting a war
Between I and me.

Not sure who survived.
Does Good always beat Evil?
I’m not really sure.

Despite the struggles,
I press on towards my own goal
Of living for Christ.


Today seemed gloomy,
But the raindrops were dancing,
Lightening my mood.