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The fight

by Brett Barton

There I was again feeling pretty down and low
Preparing for what I thought would be a devastating blow
Something was going on just outside the door
And I was sure it was like nothing I had ever seen before

I didn't know why they were standing out in the street
Looking over at me like I was a fresh piece of meat
It's not like I hadn't seen them many times before
But this time was different and they wanted much more

You see I had written something the previous day
About how for all of my life I seemed to run away
Never facing those demons that seem to follow me
And that while visiting my sister she had made me see

That it was time to stop running and stay in one place
It was my time to shine and not let them invade my space
So I wrote about the demons that were always haunting me
Challenging them to fight because this was the only way to be free

I stood there in the driveway and knew the battle was near
And while the feeling was disturbing it didn't involved fear
There was something different as I was surrounded by the light
I motioned for them to try and get me, it was time for the fight

My protectors were standing between us linked arm to arm
Making sure that none got through and to me would come no harm
The battle was brutal as they came at me in waves and waves
But one by one they were all sent back to their very own graves

It was an awesome sight to see as the fight raged on and on
But in no short time, all of my demons were long gone
That fight is something that will be etched in my head for all of time
And as soon as the last demon was vanquished I knew all would be fine

I sat there looking at them thinking that it really wasn't much of a fight
As the Angels spread their unbelievable wings and took off in flight
It was nice to look out and see nothing there waiting for me
For the first time I was truly thankful that I had this gift to see

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