Adversity

I feel so tired, so wasted, so tough; But what I’m doing is good for me, although it can be rough. Its times like these when morale collapses, And emotion flows out from tucked away stashes. I feel so beaten, so lonesome, so loved; My soul is near complete, but I am missing one dove. For a volley of birds is what keeps me on high, And with missing just one, I will sink from the sky. To pull myself back up to the clouds however, I must give up more energy, and expel more than ever. For with great courage comes great reward, Now I shall rise from my knee and look up to the lord.