Struggle Poem by Wyatt Epple

Though I am shrouded and enveloped in light
the blackness that formerly overtook me
has reared its head into my soul;
Alive.

Though it had been slain,
both by blood and by loving compassion,
its resurrection leaves me speechless;
Renewal.

It has become an even greater struggle
for, though before, it was inward,
an angelic third person has blessed my life with her presence.
Therefore, I must use myself and her love to blot out
this newly reincarnated demon;
Hope.

Alas, the purging must continue.
I must enlighten myself with every tool at my disposal.
For even though I fear an absence
of phenomenal proportions, I must survive
to meet her on the other side.
Struggle.