A poem called "Trials and Tribulation"

There are days that I fight against a darkness that would take my soul, and I think would it not be easier to just lay down and let it come and devour me. But then I remember the words of my Lord saying to me "This life will not be easy" and I think that if this darkness wants to take me it will have to face me on the field of combat. For I will not let it take me without a fight, with this decided the darkness recedes from whence it came into the bowels of hell. I am left standing in a celestial light from heaven and I hear the angels hailing my victory, and the voice of my Lord saying "well done my true and faithful servant." But this is not the end of the war, but only a small battle won. For the darkness will return again and try to take me and I wonder will I be able to stand as strong as the last? Will the darkness take me over tomorrow? will I be able to stand? Only God knows.