It

"What is It?"

You chased it away
But it’s back

You smothered its breath
It just laughed

You headed to sea in a boat
But tossed overboard, saw it float

You burned it alive but it rose
You buried it deep, but it grows

You prayed for relief
No avail

You reasoned and plead
Keened and wailed

What is this thing that won’t leave?
Why can you get no relief?

The reason there’s no place to hide?
You can’t run from what is inside

It will fight you until it’s revealed
Accept that It is what you feel.