Shadow Over My Soul
How often my struggles do not have name. Am I wrestling with something far beyond the reach of my own small hands? Something in the scope of the history of the world or the constant endless tragedies that make up these days? Is there something tormenting my mind, some unresolved conflict with myself or others? A chemical imbalance or more than one? Could it be that I am tired, hungry, dehydrated? Too long since I have been held, loved? Something I hold on to that I should have set down or was never mine to carry? Perhaps what is most likely of some combination of them all, with infinite more besides, this form I cannot recognize whose shape and shade shadow over my soul.