I Will

I lie awake
but I am dead inside,
my body aches and eyes are wide,
open and shut, at the same time.
I am weary from striving to reach the top of the hill; the way out of this place I like to call “home”.
It is home. A home of hurt, of sickness, of death, and terror and smut.

There are no comforts. I cannot find one.

Wait there is such a light!
His name is I Am and in Him I will reach
the top, the peak-the only way out, of this hole that I call home.
Because He has lived in this darkened place, this place that I call home,
I can rest assured that He does understand what I may go through and how my body does hurt!
Again and again He has sent me the ones that do fill my heart with such joy.
So why pray tell, am I anxious? Why do I fear this place that I call home?
I live with His Spirit, and in Him I will rise,
to the top of this place I now call…Home.

I Am Yours by Crusader333