Dancing With My Demons

By the grave I saw the nightmares

That moment my soul grew nagging.

Instead I uncovered my worries

That moment my soul grew gnawing.

 

I tried to pick up the pieces

To find that I was broken.

Broken beyond repair

That moment my soul grew demanding.

 

Helpless and lost,

I felt a hand reach out and grab me.

The nightmares embraced me

And I felt home.

That moment my soul grew happy.

 

Dancing with my demons

That moment my soul grew warm.

I allowed them to consume me

That moment my soul transformed.

 

I’m 21 and aging,

And I hate this body that I’m in,

I wish I could rip it to bits.

 

My soul transformed

And darkness took hold

Taking me to places unknown.

 

Unknown to you

Unknown to me

But all I know

In the moment, my soul grew free.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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