Cease.

One minute, you think you’ll manage.
One minute, you think you’ll cope.
Then the fear re-spins,
And you start to miss the hope.
Some moments, you see shards of light,
Emerging from the dark.
Sometimes it loses strength,
And everything seems stark.
Sometimes, I want to run away,
To introduce some peace.
I cannot see this ending,
And I want the fear to cease.