Finding the Light

I’m fighting an enemy
I cannot see.
It whispers in shadows
and lingers in me.

I wonder if I can trust myself,
to remember it’s real,
when it feels like a dream
yet threatens to steal.

The rules stay steady:
rest when I can,
nourish my body,
walk when I’m able,
hold hope in my hand.

Today it is quiet,
just me and my thoughts,
wandering in circles,
searching for ground.

Still, I ask:
Will I stand?
Will I fight?
If the light fades,
can I find it again?

Yes—
because I have before,
and because I am still here.