The Sly Enemy Poem by Kaitlin Schmidt

Standing face to face with your enemy,
Feeling weak and worthless,
No reason to fight or defend yourself.
You open yourself up for the enemy to take what it desires.
As it reaches out toward you,
You being to crumble as it gains the power it knew it would gain.
You begin to fall, your body has no strength to stay up.
You collide with the cold air underneath you.
The ground beneath has a comforting notion of uncertainty.
You rest upon it while it holds your body up.
You are hardly breathing,
but still alive,
still in painful existence.