the fight

The pain, the pleasure, feels all too same. 

The warmth, the cold, feel all to right.

The heart, the soul feel all to tight.

Her heart expands to let in the light.

Her soul fights the terrible night.

Oh what to do with this beautiful fright.

Running is not a choice she can make.

But staying is not a chance she can take.

This is a story.Yes, a story. 

Of a life lived in worry.

A life with only one sorry.

Help is what is wanted.

Where to get this help if our mind has fainted.