Bog

This is a morning of struggle. I am struggling with my blackness.
 I see every nook and cranny of dark shadows and feel them calling to me, wanting me to immerse myself in them and get lost in their murky depths.
I am angry, hurt, tired and sick.
I tug against the bog and it sucks me further down.
I imagine a world where i don't feel this way, but I don't believe in it.
Imagine.
 Not good enough.
 Create.
 Please.
 So that I can believe.
 Move. On.
 Yet Again.