Infinite Light

Do I want to be weak,

beaten down and scared?

To be a victim of fear?

My spirit and soul do not connect.

My spirit is strong,

but my soul is weak.

I'm not suited just to be a victim,

I don't fit in with this fear.

Am I strong,

Or am I weak?

It goes back and forth, constantly.

It confuses me, and makes me feel fake.

I am weak.

I am scared.

I'm beaten down,

and need repairs.

But there is a me in tomorrows light,

that isn't the me I see today.

One true,

and bright.

That fights off the night.

And at dawn, sings a prayer,

thanking the Lord,

who was always there.

I am weak.

I am scared.

But I am a lie.

A shell of fear.

My spirit's inside,

bursting through,

to share it's infinite light,

with the weak soul,

so it can connect, and realine.

I am strong.

I am brave.

Just the mold,

of something deep inside,

that carrys infinite Light.