Stress eats at me
Old monsters
Roar to life
Bad habits broken
Reawakens
Eyes wet with
Tears unshed
Hands shake
Bad thoughts resurface
Triggers cut deep
Be calm
Be quiet
Be a good girl
Don't make a sound
Stress tearing me up inside
Trying to make me insane
I know I can cope
The monsters
Stay dead
Bad habits remain broken
Bad thoughts trampled
Triggers still cut
But I won't scar
I may struggle
But I won't drown
Life is hard
I can do hard things
I am
An overcomer