It waits; it stalks me in the darkness
In brief moments of levity I am weary of it
It creeps up when all is still
When my heart and soul is aglow
It paces itself ready to pounce
With every unwanted passing experience
It grows stronger
It feeds on the my ills, pain and suffering
My torture and torment fuels it rage and aids in its growth
I am scared but I handle it everyday
I may not always be able to control it
But I stand up to it
I know because it hasn’t broken me down
I’m still standing
Happiness is all I ask for, happiness
I make all the efforts
But if it is not in my destiny then I will never have it
Is happiness in my destiny?
