The days where I still think about it
The days where it creeps up to haunt me
The days where I don’t look for it, yet find it
Around a corner, underneath a table,
Waiting to run me through like a ghostly mist,
Cold, cruel, and taunting

These are the days that still happen to me,
Once in awhile,
Though I am better.
I no longer wake to such shadows
I don’t have it pounding at my head
I don’t even necessarily remember what such misery feels like
I just know I never want to feel it again.

These days where it leaps out to grab me,
Clawing at my ankles, trying to pull me back
To the hell I finally escaped
Are just days.
A reminder to fight
A battle call to move forward.
So, I glance down towards the demons
And reach up towards the light.