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.

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