The War Between Good and Evil

It’s hard to fathom sometimes— the evil in the world.
Somehow, I also feel it is more unfathomable to accept the good.

The evil is overwhelming— a vast abyss with endless atrocities that get worse and worse by the day.
The good is more spread out— little pockets of sunshine shown through the smallest acts of humanity.
Often, it is hard to tell which holds more weight.

The evil is crushing— solidified chunks of agony and pain, burying a corpse beneath the dirt.
The good is liberating— strong flaps of a bird’s wings, propelling it into the open sky.
One has the power to kill and one has the power to revive.

The darkness can attempt to intimidate all it wants— I’ll always remain confident in the light.
Because it is so much less meaningful to kill, than to bring somebody back to life.