Tame the beast.

Even on the best of days,
It dangles in the air.
I do it to myself,
But it still does not seem fair.
I didn’t have this fear before,
And wish it not to be here now.
I’ve tried to make it go away,
But I truly don’t know how.
I can feel things easing slowly,
But pacing like a snail.
Some days it’s gentle rain,
But some days the sharpest hail.
Today was a good day,
But it can still rear it’s head.
I want to tame the beast,
Because life will keep it fed.