So Shall I

it gets harder everyday,

sometimes it feels as though

my bones are on fire,

half the time,

I’m not sure if the pain is

physical,

mental,

or spiritual;

or a combination

of all three;

it is the diabetes,

it’s getting serious now,

no more fooling around,

no more slight inconvenience,

it has become the monster

all the experts said it would,

a crazed killer,

without conscious,

a psychopathic beast,

who knows neither mercy

or compassion,

devouring everything

in its path;

sometimes I just want

to drink a bottle of whiskey,

swallow a few pain pills,

listen to Billy Gibbons play

guitar on the headphones,

make the pain melt away,

drift off into the fog,

never come back;

sometimes I just want to

make it stop;

physically,

mentally,

spiritually;

so easy,

so final;

but that would be the

easy way,

the path of least resistance,

the broad gate,

the road that leads

to destruction;

He is worth more than that;

in the evening darkness,

I search for His light,

in the morning silence,

I listen for His voice,

He is there by my side,

giving me strength,

when there is none,

picking me up,

when I am down;

He will not let me fail,

He will not let me give up,

He has defeated this world,

and through Him;

so shall I.

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