Armor dusted

Trusting your struggle

Laying restful,
the night peacefully says....
Dreams manifesting true
as pureness unveils.

Slow to awaken,
Prepared while,
opening thine doorways
Of soldiers'

The wicked caught
and it quickened me
upon my newly made departure

The truth arrived
right on time
casting all away
Now..

forever gone
the morning awaits..
I can clearly see
I'am me....