It can hit you like a bus

Or creep up in the dark

It takes on many guises

And it always leaves a mark.

Maybe you feel sick

Or maybe it’s an ache

Could be pain deep inside

A presence that keeps you awake.

Your whole mood may change

Is it anger, worry or fear?

A low and desolate place

Nobody wants to be here.

But the light is nearby

Somewhere round the bend

Keep on going, be oh so brave

It’ll be worth it in the end.

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