This is a metaphor of how I have been feeling for the past couple months. My way to escape the world is through God, and I will walk with him with a Bible in one hand and Faith in the other. The Devil shamefully tries to bring me under, but time and time again I will rise becuase The Lord is my strength.
Age 18 and useless...
I am only a child who does not know how to hold bottle.
Why, how can I call myself an adult?
Pressures from all the four walls trapping me in all these emotions. Gravity...
pushing me down to my knees. The devils speaks:
"You are a failure, and you will never be free!"
Chains grows...
on my ankels, wrapping around my wrist
pulling me down.
I hear him laugh as the four walls close in and devours me.
Who am I now?
They say, "Now, Go.. Do it!" but there is no strong
ground for me to stand upon. So what can I do.
Falling shamfully to a bottomless pit...
Pitiful. The devil looks, with the venomus eyes of his...
staring deep into my soul. Trying to burry me alive.
I fight... "Stop! "I scream.... "Begone, I cast you out!"
They drag me into the cold dongon and effortlessly consume me.
I feel uncontrollable rage flowing in my blood.
Turning me into one of them.
I fight... "Stop!" I scream... "The Lord is here and I cast you out, Devil!"
A bright like pierce through my heart. "Am I dead already?"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven" I count.
Seven angels appears with shiny armor ready for war.
Strings of music in my ear.
Calmness runs through my viens erasing all the Devil as done.
"Do not touch my daughter, and if you are to even blow your toxic breath
on her, we will battle here, and now."
Satan, in fear, steps back and dissapear into the shadows.
By: Honey Lee
