The Fifteenth of January

Sickness festers within me and takes over all common sense I may have ever rightfully claimed to have,
I abandoned the trouble, though it may spawn more. I am willing to take that risk.
I am strong and I can fight, and I would murder him if it meant my survival in the place I love.
He would do it, too- anything to get me out.
He knows I surpass him, that’s why he stole me from my beloveds. 
It isn’t fair, though I’ve spent too long mourning lost opportunities, and now I have agency to make my life good, regardless of all the factors of misery, but there are are times like today where I must give up to save myself-
Sometimes the warrior must resign- be the broken dove who sacrifices herself to save herself-
That is me on this morning and he, the brute, shall not survive, if good exists he shan’t take me down!
Others are with me in this fight and all at once the good will prevail- they always do at times like this.