I have an opponent who fights a good fight.
In an unending battle all days, every night.
A battle against joy, peace and moments bright.
My opponent drags me deep down right out of my light.
My opponent I cant see because her sight hurts my eyes.
She uses my fear as her shield; to confront her feels unwise.
She’s so cunning, it almost feels as I’m battling myself.
The more I try to fight her the deeper grave I delve.
Because my opponent is an unworthy me.
Everything unwanted one ever could be.
So little and insignificant deserving no space.
But through my mind does she always race.
She is big and mighty in her unworthyness.
Ever present as fast heartbeats and unfounded distress.
No one can see her but maybe they can.
The uncertainty itself is her devious plan.
She stabs me with pangs of self doubt and an indescribable pain.
Leaving me short of breath in my lungs and a thick fog in my brain.
She is invisible, invincible and strong.
Her strength and agility is worthy of song.
I think I may have been looking at this wrong.
I think I may have been fighting an ally too long.