The War

I thought the darkness was gone,

but I was wrong.

It crept back into my life

while I was being happy.

While I looked forward,

it dragged me back to the blackness.

While I planned a future,

it forced the past into the forefront.

My moments of joy were

destroyed by memories of pain.

I fear it will never abandon me,

that I am its favorite toy,.

Its yo-yo, if you will.

I think it will forever tease me with happiness,

only to jerk me back with the darkness of sorrow.

The real question is,

do I have enough strength to fight it and win,

or only enough to fight it and lose in the end?

©2013 Bobbi Duffy