Already won

Pain, impatience

Futile wishes for perfection

Make me less, make me more

I’m sorry this pain cannot be ignored

Your grace is sufficient, make this less

Potent

Please

I feel a wickedness tugging at me inside, a blinding breaking painful light

Will the shadows crawl away and die

Or will they break open and birth more night?

How can I win when I’m fighting sin?

But

You already did.