Remember Myself (The Traveler's Tale)

Hello, my passing traveler,

I pray the season finds you well.

I'll make this stay with me brief-

lest I delay you in this hell.

It's tough to put to words

how it feels to lose a war.

I've struggled my entire life,

but it always seems He wants it more.

Somehow it just feels

no matter how close I get

to that unattainable peak

it's a little further yet.

The mist I used to fight

has become a heavy frost;

too hard for this broken mind

to keep from getting lost.

Sick they try to say,

you will get better some day.

An answer is all too much to ask,

though it's all I could want today.

Why is my body fighting itself?

It's a struggle just to take a breath.

Weeks ago, I could walk for miles,

now it'd surely be my death.

So now I sit here, bereft of much

of what defined my former self.

It's not poetry these fingers touch,

I'm just trying to remember myself.