Stepping Up To the Plate

Taking a deep breath as if it were something that were, something ? Exiting another, dark somewhat morning's dreary struggle with this flesh Be my own ? Praying, until the evening arrived in a light hearted deliverence.... Twas then that I finally understood exactly, who it is that, I Am ? Afore There be only faith; and this only tainted as mared by the darkness of, my flesh Yet still aside myself somehow; Father, Your child carried on ? Bold, against their Kingdom made darkness but all, holds a reason; henceforth, tis not my mine humanity.. Albeit maybe tomorrow I catch a cage perhaps, a grave ? Smile,