Half the day is a wasted away
How does one find a cure for something she can’t explain?
Is it possible to ignore?
Through strategies and careful planning she might be able to avoid
But it’s always there, lurking in the shadows
She always has to be ten steps ahead
If a day goes by where she doesn’t have a strategy, it creeps up on
Leaving her paralyzed
For what feels like days
Piece by piece she must put her self together
Whole, but still fragile
Some wear their scars on their sleeves, but for some their scars are invisible
It can be defeated
Through friends, love, and laughter
Hobbies such as writing…maybe a dance class or two