It rises from the depths
Harboring and stirring like a monster
Wrestling me down with its bear grip on my mind
I’m waging a war within myself
Grappling back-and-forth tug of war
With something that can turn itself invisible
And morph into unrecognizable forms
Sometimes I get the upperhand
Standing above it triumphantly
Other times it beats me
Crushes me under its thousand fears
All I want is to curl up into a protective ball
Wallow in self-pity and hatred
And never face the world again
But every time, I get up.
It’s exhausting, but it’s worth it
This thing is a part of me
Not always fun to deal with
But this was the hand I was dealt
Maybe by God or genetics
So I stand,
I face this thing bravely,
I thrive alongside it.
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