Fight

Memories that start to feel like

A ghost hugging my broken mind

As you fall short on some random days

And a darkness smirks at me from behind

Yes I was a going to numb out

But here you are looking like hope

All this low intensity crap

Putting me back on a tight rope

I’m too tired for all this walking

I genuinely thought this would feel light

And here I am, gathering my tools

Bracing myself for another fight.

-Al