Inner Demons
Scars are temporary we all like to say
Oh just a minor bruise; part of life’s cruise
Yet, some wounds are more than just skin deep
They cut past hard dry bones to the soft wet heart
And here, they fertilize the seeds of inner demons
I know – when I seek myself and turn people away
My inner demons giggle and come out to play
My mind their playground, my heart their banquet
Their play a blinding maelstrom running rampant
A torture of tortuous feelings –
pain, fear, anger, sadness, shame, guilt
Are these demons saying truth or lies?
I clear my thoughts and close my eyes
Who knows where inner peace lies?
Summer turns into fall as time flies
When is the season for me to rise?
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