There is no coming out of it.
There is no getting over it.
There is just IT.
It ebbs and it flows and it morphs.
It does not ever disappear.
It teases, at times.
It seems long gone.
But, it is never really is.
It always returns.
With a vengeance.
With a downward pull.
It tells you that it is all for naught.
That you will never be enough.
That you’re better off not here.
If you’re in a good place, you’ll recognize the tone.
You’ll recognize the facade.
You’ll recognize the weakness in the argument.
So you counter the exchange with self-talk.
With meditation. Deep breaths.
With exercise and proper nutrition.
You will look like you’ve got it all under control.
And sometimes you do. But sometimes you don’t.
Sometimes you are out quietly out of control.
Sometimes, you are low.
Sometimes you are sinking deeper.
Sometimes, you’re just tired. Oh, so very tired.
It tells you it’s easier to let go, that there is no use fighting back.
It tells you things will never be good.
Even if things are already so much better than good.
Sometimes we need to etch this in our skin
To make us remember, to make sure we get the message,
when we can’t hear anything but the deceit.