Standing strong. Feeling like nothing can stop you.
Suddenly, a shift. Like an earthquake out of nowhere.
You fall, you jump, you run, you pace.
This skin is no longer strong enough to contain the spirit and the mind whirling inside you, battling against one another.
You cannot contain the battle within. But you must.
So you cry, you pace, you try opening your skin to release your soul. But nothing is enough.
You pray, you beg, you will the thoughts that have forced themselves upon you to leave.
People tell you to have better self-talk. Walk away from those thoughts. Be your own hero.
But the monster has bitten before you had a chance to grab a sword or think up a battle plan. It’s too late for the thoughts that would have held the monster at bay.
Now, he is closing in on you. Such a greedy thing. It is never enough, what it takes. It always wants more. Another breath, another night, another step, another moment of calm. It takes, and it takes.
At last, the monster leaves, but he drags with him a small sliver of a shadow. Thin, like a thread. If you don’t look close enough, you won’t see it. It is a piece of the person you know you are and can be. But the monster won’t let you have it. It’s holding on so that it can find you again. Collecting pieces of people and their vulnerabilities. It will strike again. You know it will because it always does.
But you’ve done this battle a thousand times before. You’ll wake up in the morning, relaxed and renewed. The monster will be hiding away in his corner or under your bed or in a hidden crevice of your mind, waiting, waiting waiting...
But you’ll do the same thing you always do. You’ll stand up strong. Gathering yourself together to be the person that you know you are. And you acknowledge another battle won.
Standing strong. Feeling like nothing can stop you.
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