The Battle

The gloom returns. What once was a persistent companion, seemed to have taken up residence elsewhere, until today. Uninvited; unwanted; present nonetheless. An unseen force desires the gloom to suffocate me. The gloom will not win, though the weary warrior approaches the battle with lethargy. Heaviness; difficulty breathing; all by-products of the gloom. Sadness enshrouds my thoughts causing moisture to blur my vision. Momentary bursts of sunlight break through the gloom offering hope. Though the sun does not seem committed to permanent residence it is a welcome guest providing ammunition for the warrior. Denial fuels the gloom but recognition of its presence seems akin to kryptonite. Sunbursts strengthen hope and heaviness dissipates. The gloom is defeated, for today.

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