The comfort of having an enemy

You can deny it with all your power.
You can reject its notion forever and ever.
But in the silence of resting alone, you like having an enemy.

Sometimes it’s you.
Sometimes it is someone else.
But in the story of a nemesis, there is comfort.

One which seems to elude most in its sweetness.
In how easily it makes the day pass with seamlessness.
In how charming it ignores everything in its path and rests.

An enemy that makes sense
is a medicine that cures every pretense.

And none is to blame.
Aeons have made such the game.

To the enemy, a cheer.
So one day, its presence is no longer a dependency drenched in fear.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~