Triumphant at last

I’m trying to starve this insatiable rage That feeds the demons on my life’s stage It burdens my soul to be weak at my core Too scared to look behind the first door The fear of failure frustrates my being Pushing me breaking me until I’m kneeling The torment of losing, suffocates me I’m defenseless to onslaught I fail to see I’m dying, shriveling, descending the abyss My mind revolts against this regress I gasp, I fight, I’ll take my breath Even, if this time it means my death Breaking the surface I find myself. To my surprise, alive and well As clear as day I finally see the enemy within was actually me...