12/8/2018

The dark cloud that has followed me most of my life has taken on an entire new form.

One I don’t recognize.

This new form is so much stronger than before.

I am suffocating under the weight of it.

It’s density has begun to fill my lungs.

Oxygen is unable to find it’s way into my body.

With every expansion and contraction, I feel weaker, numb, hopeless.

I’ve spent most of my life fighting off demons- those within me and in this world.

It never mattered how hard the rain came down because I clung onto any hope left in my soul.

Now, as I feel my bones crushing under the weight of this…

I’m left at it’s mercy.

Do I ever conquer these demons or is it a hopeless ambition?