
Living inside me
I will probably always have
This Little demon
Who whips my butt
And casts a dismissive glance
On the messy normalcy of life
I wish it could be different
I long so often to be free
From the doom coloured glasses
He makes me wear
But then again
If I experienced doom in the past
Without a hand to hold
Is it any wonder
This is what I remember
The past bleeding through
Trying to capture and dominate me
Binding up my energy on any day
But then also
My loving spirit aches and yearns for me
To break free of a past
That was so loveless
To embrace a future in which
Love lies at the basis of things
This and trust too
But not without a true encounter with reality
Little demon
I see you there
Maybe it would be better
If I did not try to chase you away
Or exile you
Maybe it would be better
If I turned to you and said
Thank you
Little demon for the reminder
Would you like a little hug
And then could you please
Let me be
And set me free
To celebrate
A brand new day
Full of new possibilities
wow! Loving this poem! Thank you for the reminder! xxx ❤
LikeLike
O thank you… and for the reblog… really touched….would love to give you a hug xoxo
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Therapy Bits and commented:
Wonderful poem from emerging from the dark night, Bravo girl! bravo!
LikeLike