“Her Fight”

 

      Arista lost in a head space overthinking thoughts playing of not knowing if she’s in a safe haven. The unbelievable confliction encountering her mind and body of obstacles that are invisibly placed set on modes from easy to hard like a real game. She seems to always be pushing the button to start over and over again. As Arista moves down each path, the steps seem to get more harder or even more difficult to beat or defeat.

 

Darkness surrounds as she starts to go more in a panic of fear. She will never reach or see straight in front. Seemingly endless with her  pain she faces toward the hard truth. Knowing the pills are never going to get small enough to swallow.

 

   Arista hears a little faint voice whispering “you got this it isn’t the end.” Most times it gives her a sense of hope that things aren’t truly as awful as she imagined Her fight with the constant battle and sacrifice with her willpower of never giving up can continue forward.  No matter how tired and exhausted she may seem, Her time hasn’t run out just yet.  

 

As she pushes for a slight relief of an simple answer to all the things that have been buried deep within. Too see it rise to the top so she can feel reborn again, Abit of a touch of embrace that seems to be covered. Due to overtime with words that broke her spirits affected her morals  that got cast a side tangled in the  devils roots with no escape.

 

Arista has felt so low for to long with fails of no return. To be known and wanted in right reasons, with no sense existence that can give back the feeling of her saving grace again.