The thunder kept pounding and for days I would sleep, Entangled in a nightmare of struggle and feat. My body felt beaten and bruised and worn, as I prayed for a sign to help me move on.
It came as I lay there no warning in sight, That in this here moment, I Had to Fight. Through all the heartache the stress and the pain, Fight my fears and anger so none would remain.
I rose that next morning enlightened to see, that I fought through my season and it didn’t Beat Me…
by Denna Scott
Creating Your Happy Season