It doesn’t matter how many doors you open
or how many you close
what route you take or
how many times you change direction.
It follows you like a shadow on a sunny day
or a ghost in the dark
Issues with Mental health means a brain diseased
with highs and lows, and once in a while the elusive
but yearned for plateaus.
Give me a boring life,
teach me how to become numb,
practice and practice through the birthdays
and experiences meant to teach me a lesson.
But the rain does not wash away the tears
and the Sun does not shine on the aching soul.
We all struggle in some way at some point in life.
Sometimes the struggles get better
and something good comes from something bad.
But sometimes the wrestling of rational and irrational thoughts
become and everlasting plague- and plagues often kill-
maybe not the physical body but they can be the death of a spirit
even though the spirit is a constant energy that fights for life.
How does it end? Does it ever end?
In the half century I have lived it does not.
There are masks in the beautiful things in life
but underneath there remains a current like
electricity that ravages the biological and the spiritual
that tempts me to trust the light but I know with a flick of the switch
it all becomes dark.