The Battle Within

I stand here in the wilderness;
of this dark and dreary world;
Surrounded by such madness;
Decaying my soul down to its core.
 
I look upon the light;
It barely glimmers through.
 
Reaching to touch it;
It penetrates my carcass;
Exhibiting the life  I once knew.
 
A rotting pile of debris;
Left behind from this world’s storms;
Sprang forth from the depths of its grave;
Shaking me with violent  force.
 
Light and debris;
Exchanging their blows;
Day after day a bloody brawl.
 
Falling apart debris did lose;
As day after day more light shown through.
 
I won’t  pick up the pieces;
I’ll leave them there behind;
There on the ground for birds to dine.
 
No grave for debris will you ever find.
 
Out through the light;
Life did sprout;
Day after day growing throughout.

~Cathy Pittillo