I stand. Surrounded by the darkness
That I create.
I wave it away.
It hovers out of reach.
Close enough to been seen,
Far enough away to relax.
Fear, doubt, anxiety.
Doubt, with sharp teeth.
Anxiety, with its insect touch.
And lord of all, depression,
With his dark cloak ready
To blot out the light.
Narrowing of eyes.
I stand, drawing a sword of light,
Names engraved on the blade.
They give me strength.
The ones that depend on me to
Never quit, never submit, never stop.
And yet, no matter how the fight ends
They stand. We stare at each other.
I will never quit.
Nor will they. They are part of me.
My ex inspired this one. We all have demons. How hard we fight and how it ends depends solely on the fighter.