Battle With the Dragon

I was left with a final note:
you’re a loser, she wrote…
Was I? I don’t think so.
I pray not. Maybe so…
I was in her eyes.
She said I didn’t love her.
Never did, she penned.
But then again,
what can anyone say who lived in perpetual darkness?
She hardly ever slept.
Insomnia reigned, then daybreak came.
Chronic headaches, one after another.
Days and nights running together…
Every day a darker shade of gray. 

Yes, she wrote that note,
Left it for me to read…
my family read it… others heard,
You’re a loser.
There, she stated her piece,
and I hope she found hers,
I believe she did.
No, I couldn’t really fault her,
no, not…
not when you’re doing battle with the dragon. 

Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016, edited June 2022