The Enemy

This past year I have found out what i am made of And that which I am not I bend but do not break I am sensitive but I am not weak I am tired yet I keep going One foot in front of the other Mile disappearing after mile I do not feel the weariness until I'm ready to collapse I don't want to stop moving The need to keep moving forward overpowering Yet the fear of the dark paralyzing This is where my demons play Turning my world upside down Enemies lurk around every corner My hand gripping the handle of my knife so tightly it becomes numb But I do not loosen it I will remain still for hours all sensation leaving my body So as not to give my position away Every tree an enemy hides Every noise he's getting closer My mind has betrayed me once again Confusing my reality Real or not real a game I play Sometimes I win to often I loose With the dawn my strength returns My armor is back in place I have survived another night The enemy... Real or not real