A Visitor At Your Door Poem by Ella Yaron

A visitor at your door
Needing no permission
Entering and devouring.

Often unexpected, unwelcome
But occasionally, desperation summons it
Hoping it will – like water to fire – quench.

Lifting you higher than the ground of reality and happiness
Cradling you,
You begin to ally yourself with it

It’s your only company.

Drinking all your resources, running you dry of all that you are.

It can push you downstream
Until…
Deep under water
You give in,


You give up.