It creeps up on me
When I least expect it
That sudden sense that something’s missing
Like a blanket blocking out the sun
And pressing down on my shoulders
It isn’t always there
(not anymore, anyway)
But it always finds a way
To catch me off guard
Maybe with time the pressure will fade
And I’ll be able to always see the sun again
But for now I have to be on guard
And try to live my life the best I can
Between the blows
