Rowan Aderyn

Help.

It’s that word I dread to say,
though I’m crumbling away.

I clench shut my own jaw,
and simply endure more.

My stand against the tide,
though I slowly fade inside.

I must only carry on,
One more step, or word or wrong.

If the weakness starts to rise,
If it does materialise.

I will be overcome and in doing so, undone.