A Strange Companion

Acceptance; A Strange Companion

Out of the shadows
comes a surprising friend,
taking me by the hand
as a leech does its host's blood,
with an entitled swagger.
I try and shake it off,
but i clings to me,
a squid's sucker
strapped to my face,
trying to blind me
from what once was.
But, strangely,
I begin to grow a liking
for this strange companion,
as he seems to make the days
feel like days
and not years.
He makes the meals
times of peace
and not nauseating roller coasters.
He makes sleep
visit me
rather than run when I call its name.
Yet, it still scares me,
this sudden ally,
as it has injected itself
without warning,
a criminal slipping through my security,
stealing something most precious to me.
But if that something
has sat broken and dusty on the shelf
for so long now,
was it really worth holding onto any longer?