Everyday I try to fight a good fight. I try to win battles I know isn’t mine, but still I rage on. I have been down lonely streets, and streets filled with others whether friend or foe, still I wage on. I have been beaten, cut, shot, and sexual assaulted still I live on. Why is it that I must endure all this and still aren’t nowhere, but where I am? I ask for nothing but still receive the worse. I pray for so very little, and work hard to get even more, but still I just survive. Every chance I get I assist others in their war in life. I have fought for so many and not in the physical or hurtful sense, even those some times war have led to such, but I try my best for it never to end in violence. I walked away from pain, but still carry the hurt. I have cried my last tears, but still carry the sorrow of others. I have begged and bargained with the Lord, and still things haven’t gone in my favor. I have questioned my life, and still I am here. Everyday I fight the good fight until I am called home, I will continue to fight the good fight.
Personally sending you all love, kisses and blessings for all who have fought the good fight and remain fighting. #GoddessLove