The Fight

I rise up from the ruins and only to my surmise, I slept on a rock and fall back into my failures, fall back into my disease. My soul is pure but my mind is trying to change me, derange me. I tried to climb back up the rocky terrain, I'm fumbling for a grasp on reality. Condemned to chaos, that's how I feel. Layers of fall cities, I must strip, I must peel. I tell myself I can do this, I can rise above this insanity. I must always remember it is darkest before the dawn. I open my arms, I let the sunshine cleanse me. Hoping that my angst will just fall off and die. Just as I want to give up and cry. Then tears of wonder envelope my newborn eyes. Suddenly strengthened by hope and inspiration, I slowly begin to rise. Reinforcements of recognition stabilize and comfort me. I have finally found the pathway to peace, the means to break free....