The darkness approaches,
I struggle to fight it –
it prods and it pushes –
deny it; deny it! –
there’s part of my soul
that it clings onto tightly –
I cannot escape it –
release me; release me! –
The sun brings its light with it
back in the Spring,
but it has no power
to scare off the night
that lurks still inside me –
fight it; fight it –
with all of the cold
and the darkness of winter.
I may or I may not
be acting like others;
my strife may or may not
be easy to see –
I don’t have the energy
to bother hide it
with all of this turmoil
inside of me.