It’s happening again..
That old pain,
The fear I remember
So well
I thought it was over
When the funeral ended
But, it reappeared
Like a ghost
from the past haunting
Me..
Trying to pull me
Back..
To the darkness
A demon, tormenting
Me
Knowing my
Weakness
And playing to it
To break me..
I won’t break
Reminding me of
The moment
I was alone
Truly alone
I won’t back down
Mirroring my loss
Of self all those
Year’s ago..
But, I’m still here
I refuse to fear the
Shadows
I refuse to return to the
Past
I refuse to lose my
Sanity
I will not be driven
To my knees
By an illusion
I will not be beaten
By a memory
And so I will…
Stand.

An Original Poem by H R Beebe