Inner struggles

"You can fight back" the darkness whispers in my head.
"They can't control you" my rage seethes
"Take the knife" my own voice. Sickly sweet.

"Take the knife" it says, louder
"Take it!" It screams at me.
"I grit my teeth.
"Leave
Me
BE!"
I scream,
Pushing at the walls that have drawn closer to me.

"I am stronger"
They laugh at me.
"THAN MY DEMONS!"
I fight back,
Screaming with everything I have.

"They see you poorly"
A weak attempt
My insecurities make.

They try to break me.

Try to take me.

My face twists,
An unrecognizable monster
As I stare into the mirror.

I strike out.
I shatter the glass.
"Stupid object." I mutter.
"A liar and a thief."

"You can't ignore us." My regrets preach.
"Oh really?" I raise an amused brow.
"Try me."

I walk confidently,
Ignoring the ugliness
That I aim towards myself.

Because I am stronger than my demons.
And every day,
Every night,
I walk through Hell.
And I stride through the flames.
And I step into the blinding light of the real world.
And the sunlight heals me.
And as I prepare for another episode,
In this relatable drama called life,
I look over myself,
Inside and out,
Searching for wounds.
My fingers run over
Only a few faint scars.
But I am unscathed.
Unhurt.
Because my demons,
Well,
They're just fading ghosts.
They can tease and taunt me,
All they want.
But they can't even touch me.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Fantastic piece of work! I really enjoyed reading this and loved the closing
stanza, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[WindsorWolf28]

Thanks. I'm happy that someone checked out my work, and I appreciate you taking the time to review.

[Jamestown]

you are welcome, my pleasure!