Forever in Flight or Fight

I hate it in my own head.
My own worst enemy.
Wishing I was dead.

The demons get too loud.
The cloud of illusion rolls in quick.
I can’t get myself to calm down,
And realise,
Its all in my head.

Sorrow holds its grip tight.
And I try and try with all my might,
To overcome, to push through.
But sometimes reasons are gone with the wind.
The grip is too suffocating,
And the screams of pain too loud.

I am my own enemy.
But at the same time,
I am my own saviour.

The battles are just ongoing.
The end of the war is no where in sight.
Day to day,
Night to night.
Forever in flight or fight.

– “Forever in Flight or Fight

– Jacqueline Ann Lente