Message From A Friend 2

The morning comes too soon, as the night before seems like a blur to him now, was it real or another fictitious dream that his imagination painted on the walls of his mind. This is his downfall he feels God but neglects to heed his advice. Why do I do this? he thinks to himself,  it seems like my heart and flesh are at battle for for control of my mind like they know it is my mind that will make the final choice. Guess thats why they say, my mind is made up, when a decision is made. as he leaves his house he is faced with the same choices and decisions of days past, and continues to fail, he begins to feel as though his failure is inevitable. Something has got a hold on him and he hates it but he has been in this place for so long that it has become second nature to him. He wakes up in cold sweats most nights with thoughts of his past and the judgement that awaits him. Trying to grasp the memories of the message that he had received so many nights ago, but as the days go by it becomes harder to remember the words that were so uplifting to him then. They are fading quickly along with the traces of hope that he carried with him before, like a canteen that he would drink out of to replenish his thirst, that is now empty and dried up. He is trapped in a low spot, with no ladder to climb his way out like there always has been in the past. So in circles he walks repeatedly making the same wrong decisions, tripping on the same stones as before.  With his mouth dried out and skin cracked from the sun he falls once more, frustrated with himself he rolls to his back contemplating surrender, he notices something in the sand, the little boost that he needed to get back up and continue this fight that he has struggled through countless rounds only to get cornered and knocked back down. As he stairs at the ground he weeps and his tears roll off his bare skin down his out stretched arm and  drip onto the second set of foot prints that walk next to his own for as far as his eyes could see. As God promised he still has not left his side.

"AK"