Confused by the feeling
Judging myself for breathing
For speaking, for thinking
I feel myself sinking
Back down to the material world
My wings sullied by forces of destruction
Pulling from within me
Screaming to be set free
I fight to stay still
Few inches gained, but also
Few inches lost against my will
I will never stop fighting
But will I ever make strides
I beg to draw closer
To where Your essence resides
I am fighting the darkness
Your distant light my only guide
