He appears again
This time in my dreams
He has sneaked through the gaps
Missed the no entry signs that I hung
Only last week
Because I am done
No more visitors, not yet
I am not ready to face them
When will you be ready?
I shrug, how would I know?
Every inch of progress I made
Is ripped apart
On the days my mind turns against me
Egging me on to fail
To collapse, and beg for you

Image courtesy of Matt Seymour.