My random attempt at poetry

Purposing to be
a distinct
and ever evolving
me.
I fight to free the chains of my first Adam legacy
that attempts to enslave this blooming flower of complexity.
Debris from my iniquities
whirlwind around me,
threatening my sanity.
I prepare to wage war
on the desires of my flesh
which surface;
Consistent,
Suffocating.
Their evil intentions to devour my spirit
eat unremittingly.
Adam scoffs at the New Man,
defaming His imputed character of perfection.
But as I purpose to be
…I stage an intentional reality,
a reminder of truth.
An internal alarm signals
giving warning
of the intensity of the battle
each morning I wake.
I face the war with determination
to rest in imputed righteousness.
Growth teases me with its fertile quintessence,
fueling my willpower for achievement.
I hunger for change and transformation.
Glimpses of my potential
send glitters of illumination
dancing like the reflection of candle light,
on the mirror inside my head.
What I see has arrived
if only I grasp and keep
its radiance of certainty.