A Mental and Spiritual Battle

I’ve fought through the dirt and the grit. I’ve dusted off the hurt and attacked the culprit! No more blood in my eyes and busted lips. I begin to mentally exercise my craftsmanship. There were many areas and all I did seemed to fail. It was borderline hysteria, and I began to raise some hell! There was shouting and screaming in my head, and I walked around with an attitude! Maybe I was dreaming or possibly dead; but me and death began to feud! The Grim Reaper fought a good fight. and I walked away with a spiritual bruise. I fought between wrong and right, but in the end I refused to lose! So as I dust off my shoulders and knees, I look forward to a new day I overcame this spiritual disease and walked unscathed through Hell’s gateway!!