To know that one day
there will be an end to thoughts
such as these
is either terrifying--
so much so that I would rather
not think at all--
or a relief,
a welcome rest from the turmoil
and the grief that I give to myself
by thinking of emptiness.
Or perhaps it is both.
Constantly at internal war,
simultaneously embattled
and at peace.
I then retreat to my thoughts,
the cause of my pain,
for nurturing care
and inspiration,
a reason to go on.
And once again
the battle rages on.
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