Within myself I fight I struggle.
by Daniel C. Robinson Jr.
Knowing there is something for me,
About me that makes me special.
My soul, how it loves me so. It being
Me fights with all it's love.
Wanting more of the light less of,
Knowingly I thought the travel would
Be glorious but in it's shortness
As the next hill stared me directly.
With each passing step upwardly
I grasp for the light ensuring it would stay.
Losing sight of the obstacle, blocking the light.