NaPoWriMo Day 9:

They lurk in shadows,
waiting and watching,
fangs bared in silent snarl.
I know this, I feel it
in paranoid prickle
of neck.
I cannot hide,
only anticipate the
traps and pitfalls of mind
(the constants of my journey
with bipolar, depression,
and anxiety). They
seem living entities with
which I always contend.
They know how to bide,
patiently waiting as they
watch for signs of
weakness underlying
artificial, superficial
This is the never-ending
hunt, the forever-repeating
cycle that is my


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  2. The black dog is always in the shadows but can be tamed by writing beautiful expressive interpretations of ourselves and our journeys.

    1. Writing has always been therapeutic for me.

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