The haunting past.
As I watch the dawn of a brand new day- my mind is still haunted by demons from my past. Only from a dream, or a vision of the memory of hope; do I lay with a small hope for tomorrow.
The devils of yesterday, reach out with their fleshless hands- They grab at me. Their fingers have names. I have names them all. They are betrayal – tears – blood – pain and torture. The hand itself is loneliness of the purest kind.
I shiver under those monstrous hands of time.
For they grope into the shadows of my mind. The parts that are left vulnerable to me.
All my secret places. The places I try to hide in.
The darkness always seeks me where I hide until it gets what it wants…
My weaknesses.
My youth. My dreams.
My love. My happiness.
My sanity. My life.
I fill with a scream that rolls off my tongue soundless.
With much effort I wonder what will be next.
I will not let it rob me of my future. Today & tomorrow , I will fight my fears with my own hand. I reach out to grab at it’s throat.
And when the loneliness comes
I will choke the darkness back with my only defenses….
My strengths.
My love. My kindness.
My hope. My dreams.
My mercy. My forgiveness.
I will endure and I will survive
