• It waits there, looming,

    threatening to consume me,

    ruin me.

    Make me miserable,

    to the point of death.

    Just when it seems to consume me completely,

    there comes a light,

    a savior.

    With snow-white hair,

    emerald eyes,

    understanding eyes.

    He pulls me out

    of the mist,

    up to the surface,

    back to the light.

    But not before it looms again.

    And drags me back down...

    But he pulls me back up,

    Always.