I'm fighting on. 

I will survive. 

I will live on. 

I'll catch the final train.

I'll struggle through. 

Although it's hard. 

I'm hard on 

Myself. 

Most of the 

Time. 

These days, 

At the back of my mind, 

An image is always present.

 It acts as a prism 

That all of my thoughts 

Go t_h_r_o_u_g_h when I'm speaking to all. 

This prism, this image

 Is something I cannot slip off.

Akin to a world, 

Where nothing is dark, 

And hearts dance in rhythm of Soul. 

To God. 

***

An all-forgiving Heaven, this one must be 

A lighthouse in the dark, a morning star. 

A shining soul that pacifies your woe 

And gets you through the low.