The things I do to keep it out

exhaust me

taunt me

teach me

invigorate me

The way I let it in

I like it

I leave it

I willingly choose

where and how to

relinquish control

When I let it go

There is nothing to keep out

Only the watching of it fade away

But when I, upon its fading

try to grab a hold of it

I tie more knots

in the tangle

Feeding an addiction to despair

It seems inevitable

The...