Sometimes I cry
for there are days when this
seems to be the only way, to discharge
this troubled mind of mine.
There are times, when my feelings
traverse back and forth
like a zip wire out of control.
Often, it comes a calling
(I refuse to offer it a name)
for it is no friend of mine.
presumptuously garmented, intent on
a long stays vacation.
Oh, I know it well
for what it is –
Name or no name.
It’s self destructiveness, lies deeper
than the creases in the smiles,
of my long hard, fought resistantance.
This kicking back – refusing
to let this un-invited visitor becoming
my constant companion, wears me thin.
For I know this battle
is my battle, long.
Always must I be
never willing, to permit
this self, destructive intruder:
To, come inside – and stay…