The Uncoil

I'm tangled up
in the weeds and the shrubbery
with the situation getting
more sticky and rubbery.
I'm bouncing back and forth
from faith to doubt
pretending at times
that You have no clout.
My soul is wrapped around itself
confused by its own actions
and by its friend, the heart,
whose hopes mismatch its transactions.
My insides are aflame
with an inner battle that ensues
and a war that, against many wishes,
knows nothing but how to continue.
The screams are heard on both sides
but there is only one side that can be seen
as the one that will win the struggle
but only one through which hope may gleam.
The soul's struggle may go on indefinitely,
but before it's done, it must uncoil,
at the end of which I will discover
whether the evil will thrive or be foiled.