When it’s dark outside, demons have a way of crawling in-between the spaces I have created happiness in.
They take shape in memories and what if’s… always preaching about what I could have done or how I’ve failed.
They whine like wolves to my heart strings, screeching and howling until I bleed from the sound.
My demons slither beneath my skin and swallow any light I’ve found within me.
But I once heard you have to friend your enemies.
And I slowly deceived the demons.
I let the wounds bleed and would dab at them with reminders of what I love to do when they were not looking.
I got to know them and their plan to control my happiness and I quietly learned the reasons behind their savageness.
I crept silently into their world only to befriend the enemy and discover strategies of all different calibers.
Only after the enemy tore my spirit limb from limb did I blast through the scars with a light so bright my eyes couldn’t remember the sight of darkness.
And I shined.
And I healed every wound with a petrifying force that created a warmth so compassionate the demons started weeping.
I started weeping.
And I won’t ever forget this feeling of what it once was to feel so dark inside that only my own happiness could cure the shadows.
Because I thought that every ounce of light had left me when it was always patiently sitting, waiting for when I was ready.
I’m ready now.
Until Next Time,