In the sleeping hours, it is forgotten

That nothingness swells in the waking hours

Years of success being a gift that passed you up

Progression being something that evaded their clutch

Being happy is easy but faking it is a chore.

Time is the enemy

You can’t fast forward and get to the end

To see if all the fighting is really worth it in the end

Quitting isn’t a choice

Because a fighter, you are

But some days you just get tired

Of putting on the facade

Poised and composed on the outside.

Deteriorating on the inside.

They say—time heals all wounds

A broken heart can be mended

But what can repair a broken spirit

 

 

 

Photography by Caju Gomes