Slow Motion

Slow Motion

I feel like I am moving in slow motion
moving through air as thick as a gel
These last few days were dreamlike
as I journey back from a visit to hell

The darkness was such a deep black
as none I had imagined before
Tentacles attempted to grasp my light
to extinguish me to my core

I fought back with every ounce of my being
‘til I thought the battle might be won
Not quite ready to give it all up
there was no way that this was done

Every time that I am knocked down
I find strength to rise again to my feet
Is there some purpose for my existence
why the enemy finds no defeat

A warriors quest knows no bounds
each breath brings a stronger conviction
With newfound courage forging onward
waging war in spite of constriction

Divine protection seems to have my back
and so onward I go one step at a time
Following my destiny without a map
for I have some high mountains to climb

Patriotic Poet
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