there have been days
i tell ya,
there have been days…
caught in the daily deluge,
the meltdown lurks
just on the edge of consciousness,
as a monster lurks in the shadowy darkness
just outside the circle of light,
waiting, watching for the best time to pounce.
the struggle to keep it hidden,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul,
can be monumental from time to time.
elusive as the wisp of hope
between nightmare and dream
are the fleeting moments
one might catch a passing glimpse;
and master a piece of the soul.