Looming Ghosts

Stress, always driving me further towards some nebulous goal.

It hangs over my tribe like a spectre; looking to send one of us into a depressive spiral day in and day out.

Every day, we slay this beast. Every hour, we fall and rise from its actions. Every minute, we live.

It's confusion incarnate. It leaves us stumbling around day after day into misunderstandings and miscommunications.

But the spaces inbetween all of the fear, anxiety, stress, and anger; that is where our love exists.

It is always there in the background. Knocking on the window to remind us that we have each other and to forever hold our vigil against the snowball of despair.

We try to lean on the one closest to ourselves but sometimes they cannot stand.

In those moments, we are not alone for we must learn to walk on our own two feet.

That strength binds us together and allows us to forge further on into the future.