About the Poem
This poem shows how a someone struggled through many different things, and how she grew in God through each "round." After each round she realized what she should have done, and learned how to turn to God, instead of turning from God.
It shows the heart of a young girl, trying to figure out her life, and why these things are happening to her.
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|by Megan Rene|
Fights and battles, battles and fights,
Absolute terror throughout the night.
Watching my life, wither away,
Breaking, piece by piece, day by day.
From the darkness the demons come,
Not all at once, but one by one.
Lacking the wisdom that God supplies,
They lure me in with all their lies.
Just like a boxing match I fight each round,
As the bell dings with its echoing sound.
First comes temptation, itís coming to deceive,
He disguises himself, so I fail to see.
He brings me in, with all his lies and his traps,
And almost defeats me when something just snaps.
The demon gets terrified as he looks up,
And sees Jesus standing there, filling my cup.
Temptation is defeated, and Iím free at last,
All of a sudden, another demon is cast!
Here comes pain, with heartaches and sorrows,
Making me feel, thereís no tomorrow.
My friends all leave me and say they donít care,
They spread rumors and pretend Iím not there.
In my times of loneliness, God was all I had,
So I reached out to Him, when everything was bad.
The demon realized he'd failed once again,
For I turned to Jesus, and not to him.
The battleís not over, they have one more shot,
As one more demon comes forth with a new plot.
One of my friends say they tried taking their life,
Taking my happiness and giving me strife.
Family members then pass away,
Leaving me clueless on what to say.
But thereís one thing I learned through all these rounds,
Thatís to turn to the One who wears the crown.
I turn to God and I donít sit and pout,
And everything seems to work itself out.
The demons are amazed at how much Iíve grown,
And leave me alone, for as far as I know.
I turn around and I look at the field,
Holding nothing but my sword and shield.
The battle was brutal, with things everywhere,
Yet I made it through, though it was hard to bear.
I turn to the Father in the heavens above,
As he looks down on me with eyes full of sweet love.
It may have been brutal, and hard to the end,
But thanks to the battle, I found a best friend.