Today has been a mental exhaustion.
I've eased into this battle with courage and precaution.
A battle that is happening far to often.
My dignity was taken and sold in an auction.
Although I've fallen, transgression will never hold my space.
I am an overcomer of wickedness; within my armor is impenetrable grace.
When there is a show of warfare I will not wither like flowers in a vase.
An aura of holy genetics flood throughout the enemies base.
I'll scream "Victory," in a guttural roar!
Living a dream and feeding its core.
A prosperous revelation, most surreal and nothing of lore.
Erupting with wisdom like never before.
I'm beginning to vaguely see prophetic.
Nourishing these fatigued eyes, healing like a medic.
A power of titans, forgiving and epic.
Mentally exhausted but my connection to faith remains magnetic.
By: Dayne M. Rohn
