Regression

My life was simple, rigid
until thoughts took over.

My response was flexible, complex
until my contradictions rebelled.

My past was soldiering, uncompromised
until my shield fell.

My future is open, vulnerable
until the present humbles.

My world is hopeful, deliberate
until I lose the trail.

The journey is simple, difficult
I trudge willingly into my soul.

Masked demons abound,
senses dull.

Over shaky ground
darkness pulls
me down.

I spiral.

Until I hit solid ground.

I have found
the light that surrounds
my heart, mind, body, my soul.

The flicker of compassion
for the one that needs it most.