If it does not strike often, it will hit with full force. A week’s worth of happiness Becomes a night filled with intrusive, And horrible thoughts. I become incapacitated, And know that if I give leverage to these thoughts, I will lose. I win when I do not fall victim to myself. When I hold out till dawn, And all the demons slip away into shadows. This battle is constant, And I fear one day I may lose, but that day is not today.
