When it Knocks Again

Back again, in the tumultuous fray.
Uncertainty bellows, to my dismay.

What do I do with this tension I carry?
The spreader of thoughts that I must parry.

When will it stop, when will it end?
When will I feel like myself again?

I thought I’d bested you, my old foe,
But now you’re back, looking to grow.

I look for quiet, solace, and peace.
I must find my way through this unease.