The voice inside me

More stinker is coming of this vicissitude.
Life glamour is getting lost.
A glimpse at tomorrow gives no latitude to gratitude.
As for today, it fiercely got me tossed.

Dwelling on my nasty taste in the mouth,
with no one pause to cut an ice.
Dragged through the mud, and badmouth.
Only my internal monologue here to advice.

I broke completely down,
sobbed myself to weariness,
giving up deep down,
watching fate bringing up more severe abjectness.

'Raise thou thyself and quit thy cry'
Whispered my verbal stream.
Warming my courage to fly,
and make pleasure read from my beam.

Present reality present the warming ranting;
nothing of me is worthy writing beam about.
Ever, weariness supplanting,
determination ate the natural gold without a bite out.

A second voice lied my opinion,
presenting the wisdom from that I tagged foolishness.
Those ranting have my way to dominion,
It said, and my opinion is mulishness.

I went seeking the voice inside me
It came without forsaking me
It gave me the weapon to fight against ill-fate
I now feel heaven within me,
The finishing line afar, now closer to me
Cus I'm equipped with live-hopes and nourished-faith.