What kind of threat am I?

What kind of threat am I?

That the devil tries to hold me down. So I won’t be on top of my game. So I won’t be of purpose. So that I won’t adhere to my calling.

What kind of threat am I?

That the devil tried to kill me countless times. That circumstances lead to an abysmal emotional suffering. So as to dim my light.

I am just human. Of no significant power or importance. A simple girl trying to survive and continually dodge all the angst thrown my way. I am flesh and bone. Why must this continual suffering go on? It’s been 50 years of depression, loneliness, anxiety, and tears. God, don’t you think that’s enough? I know it will be this way until my death. Until my freedom. When I can finally be led out of this hell. The day I will be met with peace and light. The day of my longing. The day I wait for.