Punching at Ghosts
The monster that affects all of us
Has hit my inner soul like the cross town bus.
This disease does not only take out the person inflicted
But friends and families are also affected.
I am so used to handling things in a more physical way
The idea is crazy that I can’t just push this out of my way.
It’s like punching at ghosts or wrestling a spirit
Just when I believe it’s in my grasp I realize I’m nowhere near it.
The monster does not feel emotions thoughts or pain
But tears apart families like a runaway train.
If only there was a way to make it a physical manifestation
Then for those of us in the fight we’d know when we reached our destination.
It would be much simpler then punching at ghosts
While inside the demon feeds on the emotions of the host.
I’d like to be able to punch this disease square in the face
Knock it down to its knees and teach it its place.
But there’s no physical element for me to touch
Let alone a demons face for me to punch.
There are days I fear it will take my mind
And I will be in this funk all of the time.
But I remember all the people who I hold dear
And it fills me with hope and wipes away the fear.
So for now I’ll remember well, the loved ones lost
And the ones still fighting the monster at any cost.
I will stand ever vigilant at my chosen post
And for now I’ll keep swinging at those damn ghosts.