The fight rages on.

Fighting against a force within me,
I cannot see it
nor assign it a name.
It urges me to retreat, recluse,
hide away from you, and me,
promising me peace and tranquility.

I feel another figure
rise up to the challenge,
rationalizing with me against every promise.
‘You know better than this’,
‘You are stronger than this’,
‘You must overcome this on your own’.

I listen to the rational voice
and head its advice,
but the other, deeper voice still calls out to me.

The fight rages on.

rough days

Everyone has rough days
days they wish no one would ever see
and maybe
it works out that you don’t see those days
for them
but they see those days
for you.

You cannot see a person
for brief moments of time
and believe you know everything about them.