Perpetual Tigers

shutterstock_322463783Tiredness leapt upon me and pinned me down. “You shall neither rest nor achieve,” it growled. It had come to take advantage of a body and mind left vulnerable by Anxiety who was still watching me from the darkness, plotting and sharpening its claws. 

Fighting for their turns to tear at me; to feed from my body, their potency has grown as I have weakened. They have sucked away the vitamins and minerals I need for energy, thought and deed. Anxiety at my head, my back, my heart, my belly and my skin; Tiredness at my lungs, my muscles, my brain matter and my bones. Clawing, draining, claiming me until I fear I no longer belong to myself. 

Not vultures politely waiting for the peace of a spent body, but murderous carnivores attracted to a living being with fight and the potential to rejuvenate. Parasites slowly depleting and giving nothing in return. 

The weapons to defeat these monsters are complex and many, yet they are short-lived. They are made of paper and candy and smiles, of dreams, of songs and laughter. They can all too easily wash away in a storm. But we who have learnt how to, fold them, sing them, dream them up, write them into our lives; can conjure pictures with no monsters, and pictures where monsters are defeated. You cannot turn away from these monsters, they curl like a snake around and around but if you squeeze your eyes tight shut, balloon your chest full out with air, and hold your weapons close, you can see beyond them to all that you have that they cannot hold; all the space that they cannot fill, all the good dreams and good words. You can see sleep and a calm body. You can see paths to the light and the future. Good things are there if you can reach them.

They will come again, the monsters, they fight me still because they are part of me, within me. But I win. I will always win. Scratched, scarred, exhausted and traumatised, I always make it out alive into the light where my words and my smiles and my dreams are my own.  I own my body – even the scars. 

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