“The natural [wo]man is an enemy…”
(Mosiah 3:19 in the Book of Mormon)
Toughest critic, newfound cynic, cross examine everything
Radar for threats, emotional debts, I trust only reluctantly
Riches on my mind, not quite as kind, eyeing the world ambitiously
Only a shell of my former self, where is that girl I used to be?
How can I retain my purity after tasting the fruit of iniquity?
Can I regain my innocence in the face of spiritual dissonance?
Struggle between who I am naturally
And the person that I need to be
Caught up in ideal identities
(My best friend and my enemy)
No easy victory in this internal war
I’ve lasted this long; I’ll keep fighting some more
“Got no choice but to fight, so fight on.”