A Myth Come To Life

My struggle with mental health

Your re-emergence is

Like a Hydra

In my life.

Every time

I think I have slain

One of your heads

It reappears

Again.

More powerful

Than the last one

In attacking me

With your deadly venom.

Driving me

Down onto my knees.

My shield arm

Shredded to ribbons

By your vicious attacks.

Never mind

What happened

To my sword arm.

And my legs

A quivering mass

Of poisonous jelly.

Where

Once stood

Muscles.

Would be

So easy

To surrender

And face my doom

At your mercy.

Knowing

Death comes

In so many forms

Beyond the decaying matter

Of my physical body.

Author's Note

Originally writtern, September 4, 2013.

Reviews

[Lourisa]

What an amazingly accurate description:
"Your re-emergence is
Like a Hydra
In my life.

Every time
I think I have slain
One of your heads
It reappears
Again." Fighting this thing time and time again is like a never ending battle. A reoccurring beast can only be fought so many times - without help. I had to ask for help (which I hated since I'm very independent and stubborn) but maybe now there is a glimmer of hope. A very well written poem, therisa, and another favourite of mine.

[therisa]

Thank you, Lourisa. Asking for help, can and is, the hardest thing, one can do, in their lifetime. Myself, I view you, as a very strong person, to ask for help. Hoping, it has helped you, in facing your issues.

[TL Boehm]

Never submit Dear Therisa. I know its so difficult but you are stronger than you think you are. I've missed your writing lately. I have to catch up with you.

[therisa]

Thank you, Tammy, but I some hurdles that I need to face and deal with, before I can be here, full time.