When the Quagmire Is Called Home

I will take it
take your Hand
In mine,
This is the time.
I've done my bidding
I have been delt my cards
Time and Time again
I have let it eat at me.
Devour me. All this muck
This which has
Become all of me.
How ever could I have let this
Let this be.
Of all the things i desire
This is the farthest from it.
I will take you hand.
You can pull me through it.
As you overcome.
Through you this battle
Has been won.