Lonely Battle Poem by Carmella Stajanca

Noone may ever know the daily struggles I have to rise above. I'm forced to fight them again and again even if i've already won. It's a process one cannot comprehend; which cannot be negotiated because there is no end. Realistically I am surrounded, yet in my mind it feels pretend. Since I stand alone in this battle, i'm my only defense. My experience of life may be over because this feels like death. The fights are silent outloud. However, in my head they echo an exploding sound. There is no such thing as rest at night. There is no such thing as beauty when i've lost sight. And there may never be a point in time when I feel alright.

8/12/09