That’s how it happens, all at once. 
Thoughts come charging; 
you try to put up a defence 
but they storm in, barging, 
with no resistance. 
The arrows of doubt fly, 
the spears of fear pierce 
your armour of hopeful might. 
You thought it was fierce enough, 
to protect you in the fight. 
You were wrong… 
Sometimes you need help, 
to stand sure and strong; 
to resist the army of anger 
that threatens your self. 
Calling for backup isn’t weak, 
nor is it admitting defeat. 
The strongest warriors know, 
the toughest battles aren’t fought alone.