There is a void in which I get lost.
A deep dark deplorable place.
I choose not to got there but my feet take me to it. Sometimes
And sometimes, it's hard to get out.
I crawl and climb against the slimy walls but all it does is push me further back down.
There are times when I scream and panic.
My mind is something you cannot grasp.
It lives and evolves on its own totally separate from its host.
I run the happy marathon but it's still not enough.
So I throw water in its face, stand tall and tell it that I'm a fighter.
Yes, if you didn't know, I'm a fighter.
I have my weaknesses. Jelly legs and a jelly brain but deep down there's a warrior.
This warrior is an island. Able to survive on water and grass alone.
It is through him that I am able to reach out and grasp the ledge.
I pull myself out, look around, and then I jump back in.