I Struggle

I, born wrong footed, struggled. Not with the weight of the universe, but with myself. Now my past grows larger by the day, and youthful folly haunts me: ghost-like. Transmogrified by time I, grey-haired, smile at my ghost. For he who changed me saves me, daily. My future comes to me, and I embrace God’s will. Struggling not with the weight of the universe, But with love profound.