pain

Beads of sweat
Racing
Falling
Running down my forehead.
All the thoughts swarm my brain.
The fear picks up.
Unbearable.
I'm so frightened;
the paranoia sweeps over my body like a giant wave.
Every day I have to fight what seems to be a losing battle.
But then . . . I look outside.
I see the colors.
I see the life.
I see spirit.
I know I can do this.