You came again, creeping in,
unasked, unwanted, filling the air.
I see you. I feel you.
You’re relentless, aren’t you?

I push back, tell myself you’re nothing,
just a shadow, a passing fog.
But you’re clever, aren’t you?
You don’t need words, you don’t need reason,
just a slow seep, like ink spreading in water.

I fight you.
Try to hold myself in the light, to feel the warmth,
to remember what clear days feel like.
But you pull, you press, you linger.
And I feel myself giving in, just a little,
leaning into the weight of you, the quiet.

Maybe it’s easier this way,
to let you settle in, let you stay a while,
to sink into the comfort of what’s already known.
I hate that thought, hate how you make it feel simple,
like slipping into cold water
and letting the numbness spread.

But here you are, filling the room.
I can’t ignore you, can’t fight you forever.
So maybe I’ll let you stay,
just for a moment, just until I remember
how to breathe again without you.

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