Battered And Bruised

Battered and bruised, though I may be, I'm still standing tall; praying to not fall.

 

I've been through a storm, my boat tossed and turned, I'm still striving hard; my compass is true.

 

Though wind and rain, drive me to the point of return, I'm still moving forward; even if only a crawl.

 

Whatever the path, whatever the trial, I'll stand and I'll fight; and live to be God's champion.

 

You say it's impossible, I say that's not true, for God is my strength; no mountain is too tall.

 

You say I'm niave, perhaps that may be, but better niave than without a dream; my imagination will do.

 

A coward I'm not, nor have I forgotten, I still know what love is; even though I may bawl.

 

Honest completely, though you might fight against it, I won't tell you a lie; nor will I be repenant.

 

Love is a chance, and it's worth taking, even when pain may result; I'll answer the call.

 

I'll fight for my love, my life, and my faith; I won't run away when the monsters say boo.

 

And so now in closing, I'll answer quite bluntly, I love you completely; for the long haul.

Author's Note

Not much time taken to write this.... Hope you like it. But if not, that is your right. Feel free to leave your impressions. Even if they might not be kind.

Reviews

[Jessica M.]

Interesting form.
The poem seemed to contradict itself at times.
For instance, near the beginning you're at the point of return and moving forward...it just seems obvious.
Overall, nice write though.