A Battle Worth Fighting
Sadness is no bigot or sexist. It does not judge who it chooses to consume. It has no specific taste buds for he's, her's and you's. Just the need to fill you with emptiness and dark gloom.
No reason sometimes for the cloud that chooses to rain on your parade. Just a never ending feeling of guilt, emptiness and shame.
It can morph into a voice of you your own, constantly telling you lies to burden your soul. It wants you in a weakened state, so it can take over your heart and claim your spirits break.
I tell you this from personal affairs. I constantly fight this demon daily, from taking my air. Each time I start feeling the power increase, I get a pen and paper and write a note that says: "No thank you, you can leave".
Don't let it make you feel alone. If you do that, it wins and your life is no longer your own. I have fought six battles already today and I haven't even left my house, now that's something to say.
Choose to be strong, choose to be a light, choose your life, and always be prepared to fight.
Copyright © Sierra Mazzucca | Year Posted 2023
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