Down these narrow streets I must go
as the darkness inside me begins to grow.
Shadows leap from all around
as they try to drag me to the ground.
The strength to fight them?
Well that I don't have.
We've been through this dance before
and I'm bruised bad.
Torn apart and put under
all I can do is wonder....
when will this pain end?
This piece was written when I was hurting...and although I do try to live as best I can with what I have...
I do still have some down days and I do wonder sometimes...am I strong enough.