It lurks beneath the still waters, stealthily waiting for the moments when I’m at my weakest.
It hits with full-impact in all the places I feel it the most…
Those secret places that are protected with every ounce of energy left in me, because they are sacred—everything I hold dearest resides there.
Sometimes my strength is sufficient to repel the darkness,
But sometimes it is not.
Somehow, I always manage to just barely escape it,
But it always leaves its detested mark in my path.
After it passes, I can breathe once more—always with greater humility, and increased gratitude for my Rescuer.
I start anew,
Alone but not alone,
Toward better days and brighter skies.