Surf’s Up!

Been reflecting lately more than I probably should.
But!
How else do you fight back against the opponent we stand in front of when looking into the mirror?
I’d like to think that I don’t have a clue,
Yet,
I do.
It’s just,
Harder to admit than you’d imagine.
Because,
Am I even worthy of His presence while I keep falling for the,
‘Madness?’
No…
A tainted soul I am while I wake with a vision He rebukes as I flow,
Rivers of excuses to,
Continue being useless…
Smoking my time away instead of being useful as I lay on a bed,
Fruitless…
Burning up what’s left of an Adam’s Apple trying to protect a voice I don’t want to lose for,
As long as I live…
But!
Still…
Never is faith lost as I grip it with every bit of strength I have left to offer the Lord.
Standing up tall on his plan to silence each demon in my mind wishing I was floored!
By their lies.
Nonetheless,
Little do they know I…
Use them like a Surfer’s board while I ride through waves of tears from a set of eyes,
I don’t ever plan on keeping,
Dry…