I press against the pull of chains

That others fail to see,

The battles raging in my eyes

The hours lost within.


The failings mount

In dark storm clouds

Like horses pulling strong

And thunder speaks in final tones

As I drift away from home.

The warrior stands affirmed for me,

The healer of my wounds.

He is the faith, the promised word,

The healer of my heart.


I see the steps where I shall be

As battles rise in waves.

With hands together and eyes on him

The promise fills the void.



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