Fight

It is the clench in your chest, the heat in your bones.
It widens your stride and shortens your breath.
Never taking no for an answer, the storm raging on.
When peace rides out and comfort takes shelter, it presses forward.
You walk to leave it behind you, you run to hide.
The sadness envelopes your soul like a drawer closing tight.
Never taking no for an answer, the storm raging on.
It walks towards you in the open air.
Takes your hand in a moment of solitude.
Holding tightly, never letting go.
The escape does not come, because you aren't meant to leave.
You are meant to stay, to fight.
Give it all you've got.
Never taking no for an answer, the storm raging on.