Shackled.

Shackled.

Pain. Disgust. Anger. Resentment. Jealousy. Bitterness. Lust. Addiction.

They coat my armor with their thick sludge of darkness.

It isn't easy.

The choice I have to make.

Each day and in every way.

To be the best version of myself.

To control the things I can and surrender the things I can't.

The darkness consumes me but my God is with me and he is for me.

Even when I don't believe that he is.

I feel cheated.

I feel like I received the short end of the stick in this life.

But then, I celebrate the wins and remind myself of how far I've come.

If the forces of darkness and evil have worked so hard to try and get me off the board, all doubts of the importance of my mission have been removed.

I am here for a reason.

One that is grounded in hope.

And for that very mission, I sharpen my sword, I shine my armor, I pick up my shield and wade into the darkness.

Equipped, empowered, and free.

You have no hold on me!

Yours faithfully,

Qavah

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