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.
Second Battle, Same Me 