A wind battered tree can survive a storm
But when the rot comes from within,
Built up strength provides no protection.

There is a paralyzing effect
When your assailant exists inside oneself. 
Your very survival dependent on the enemy. 

How does one fight the source of their strength,
How can you hide from the essence of your being.

Glimmers of lucidity provide momentary respites.
These fleeting moments allow for sanctuary in loving companions.

This is just a lull in the tempest.