Yearning to Succumb

Haunted by possessed predators, I sought spiritual shelter

Baptised by cold water with hot charcoal beneath my feet  

A tear of relieve flowed down my cheeks and cleansed my soul

Claps and praises were welcomed with expectations of glory

Joy filled the world for a slight minute that night before I drifted away

Then the morning came with skepticism of my newfound home

The shelter I once craved became engulfed in fright of malicious spirits

My conscience constantly attempted to chase away the fear with calmness

But unfortunately as promised, my predators re-emerged stronger

More infused with a confidence that their prey belonged to them

So I battled despite the yearning to cowardly succumb.


By Daniella

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