Wartime

Walking this path Once populous Now desolate Ambushed An unspeakable ambush Now I'm travailing Just inhaling and exhaling Breathing The precious breath of life Spiritual bombs soon colluded Progression and motion momentarily occluded Building a fortress amid blasts Days and nights of praying and long fasts Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked So to the foxhole, I am forced to go To and Fro Head on a swivel Countering an enemy attack Feeble So feeble So I ponder As I wonder How did I get here, to this fight of my life So much malevolence and deep-seated strife Big bombs of theft, lies, evil eyes, deceit, hate, competition, gaslighting, gang stalking, ghosting, defamation, gossip, and envy Storming Raining Just raining down on me Sleepless nights and wet pillows A dark cloud of weariness and despondency billows So cold, dark, and alone in this foxhole Severe demonic attacks on my spirit and soul Still feeble Bewildered and out of sorts So I radio my commander for direction All around cacophonic bombs still a blasting So much but I'm still praying and fasting --- PAUSE (take breaths) --- Then my commander speaks: "Sit still my faithful warrior. You are not alone. Refuge and sweet fruits are here from all the humility, patience and faith you've sewn" "I'm bringing you rest, peace, health, strength, light, clarity, and an abundance of a lifetime. So remain still my faithful warrior. This battle is mine"