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
Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2019
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