MIDNIGHT
Thunder marches towards me in the thick night sky My heart skips a beat or two and jumps like an echo to the mighty pulses from above. I have to purge all this anger inside of me, pounding on my chest like the deep bass in the ocean. Taking with it the demons inside me and on me that whisper so gently to let down my guard and poison my heart. Have a hand in my own death, part ways with the one who’s saved me from all of this and trained me to resist. What of the soul who lays down her head, and dreams of our rest in slumber and safety free from the net that would snare and enslave me, leave me to die? Oh why God should I let this be my demise? This rhythm in my heart beats drums and cries. Shall I pour out my soul or suffer defeat? I find my mind twisted by design; unraveled so slowly, woven into fabric of timing, canvassing drums leading drones into war to fight for faith hope love that is stored. Hidden within, we become part of Him, and enable us to win this war.