My disposition had been befuddled and mired,
As if a mind spell had been cast upon it.
It felt as if all the screws in my head had been taken out
And then put back in without precision.
My energies and mood had been placed within a wave machine,
Cycling up and down. With each low ebb, I would have to wrestle
With fatigue and an undefined feeling of unease.
It is hard to fathom the passage of time when everything
Felt like slow motion. The truth is four years have flown by
Since the pathogen within my brain began to grow.
It took all this time to over throw this mysterious spell.
Its arms held tight around my thoughts, and it felt as if
A civil war was being waged.
This morning I awoke and felt as if a barrier had been broken.
My mood was elevated and heading toward exuberance.
This high stayed with me through out the day.
The unseen phantoms were gone. Whether this is victory
Or truce is still unknown. In any case, a sense of
Celebration is taking hold.
movingforwardslowly 