The symptoms are not the illness.
Your life is not the illness.
The illness is like a dark engulfing cloud,
Seen hovering on the horizon,
Flicked away with a fury of spent activity.
It mounts strength and crosses your coastlines.
A category 5 cyclone,
Ready to rip the roof off your life,
And leave you with nothing,
But a new start.
Luck is unnecessary.
You know what the charts read.
Do not sail beyond here …….
For there are dragons in these waters