She Came To Visit In The Fall
She came to visit in the fall. I ignored her. She kissed me on the neck and tapped me on the shoulders vying for attention. I was busy. "If I can just get through October I can rest" I told myself. I did not yet fully understand her nature.
November came and still she stayed, reminding me of her presence in subtle ways. I think I know her name. I hardly recognized her. It had been so long. Remission had displaced her long ago. "No, she can't be back" I told myself.
I encouraged her departure. She didn't seem to notice. But she did for a time stand still as if firmly stating her intent to stay. By December I know who she is. Yet still I deny it. I don't want acknowledge her or speak her name.
In January she commanded my attention. She scratched at me in a wild dance of vengeance. I tried to dance around her but her aim was true. Still I told myself she would soon be gone. In response, she put me on my bed. But I arose.
Seeing I was not convinced, she drove me to my knees. By February I grew tired. She grew stronger. She demonstrated her cruelty, reducing me to tears at every chance. I fought to be free of the vortex that is her. Yet she consumed me.
In March I embraced her, though not welcome, she is here. I send an invitation to Remission with every bite. I send prayer of gratitude for having known him with every breath. When he arrives she will be gone. I will be strong once more.
