i have fought my battles
and they are all but won
and now one more foe i must face.
It creeps softly, silently like a fog, not a cat,
gradually grasping for my soul.
It is dark and forbidding
and it shuts out all light.
It is not something to surrender to,
for that would be the end of life.
this feeling of hopelessness that comes from no where.
Despair is one of its names,
It saps strength and will
and now i face it, knowing its name
and confident in the outcome.
For my energy is strong and my heart is not willing to be taken prisoner
by such a mighty and horrible foe.