Destruction

It stays in at night, circling and whirling;
an eddy of artfulness,
tossed around in its treacherous tide.
Hunting, waiting for an unguarded moment
to pounce and prove life won't go on.
Fear must subside,
pain must die,
leaving a residue of resolutions
to carry on.

It goes out in the day, lurking and lifting;
a picker of subconscious scabs,
mindful of its mission to destroy.
But with the late light of morning comes
the dawning realisation; life does go on.
Courage will survive,
hope will flare,
flagging a raft for resolutions
to carry on.