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 it’s physical, mental

or spiritual,

or maybe a combination

of all three;

I know it’s 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

nor compassion,

devouring everything

in its path;

sometimes I just want

to get a bottle of whiskey,

take a few pills,

with some Billy Gibbons guitar,

playing 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

and 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,

He gives me strength

when there is none,

He picks 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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