Pain and sorrow
Are a constant companion.
Always there
And never abandon.
When alone
Moving in like a cyclone,
Dragging me down,
Knocking me off the ground.
Always lose the fight,
Left feeling bruised,
After they squeeze me tight.
Like a race where I’m always last,
When they tuck me in and show me the past.
Try to keep myself closed up inside,
But there’s nowhere to hide.
So how do I tell myself they won’t always be here,
When I’ve just realized that’s my one worst fear?
