I have demons
That I haven’t yet confronted.
And situations have happened to me
That I have yet to admit.
There’s this dark world that I reside in
That I let no one know about.
And even though I’m determined to escape,
Real life won’t let me out.
As soon as I rise to the next level,
The forces drop me down two.
But no matter the circumstances,
I’m determined to push through.
So I move and I fight,
And I fight and I shove,
And I shove and I thrust,
And I thrust and I push.
With all my might and all my all.
The whole armor of God on,
Ready for the brawl.
No cushion provided,
It was given to me raw.
Never mind the beginning,
I came, I conquered, and I saw.
Reminding myself the source of my strength.
The end result
Is within my blood’s reach.
Overcoming the voice in my head
That laughed at my reality.
Moving past the face
That discouraged me.
As I hide in front of my enemy,
Preparing for the ambush,
I press on,
And I push.
I move and I fight,
And I fight and I shove,
And I shove and I thrust,
And I thrust and I push.
Draining myself of sweat.
Pumping myself with breath.
Ready to conquer the race
Before there’s no time left.
Not leaving
Until I get what I want.
Tired of becoming salt,
So my eyes are fixed to the front.
Never again turning around.
Keeping my feet planted above the ground.
Continuing the search until my goal is found—
Soaring above my footstools
That had me earthly bound.
Becoming their target is no longer an option,
And it’s impossible for me to hush.
Evolving into a victim again
Is no longer a choice.
So I thrive and I push.
I move and I fight,
And I fight and I shove,
And I shove and I thrust,
And I thrust and I push.
Running as fast as I can until my blood drips
Away from every obstacle
Possessing the negative.
My spirit rebukes struggling financially;
I’m no longer allowing the devil
To have fun with me.
My reality is escaping the things
That make me cry
And pressing forward to those things
That make me laugh.
No more worrying about what I don’t,
But thanking God for what I do have.
Ceasing illuminating the negative
And beginning the glorification
Of the positive.
Evolving into the woman
That God would have me to be.
Accomplishing things
By getting out of the way of Me.
With tears in my eyes and spit in my face,
Screaming, “Thank you, Lord
“For this being a better day!”
When I see His face,
I’ll have conquered,
And I’ll have overcome.
Me and you, God—
An army of one.
I’ve been delivered,
I’ve been saved,
I’ve resisted,
And I’ve fleed.
I’ve pushed the devil away
From dominating me.
I move and I fight,
And I fight and I shove,
And I shove and I thrust,
And I thrust and I push.