They say everyone has a demon to fight,
I have met mine.
It sits between my heart and throat,
I fear if it wakes up,
It won’t let me move.
I fear, either it would pierce my heart open
or project my inner darkness on the world.
Sometimes I fight, often I lose;
I sit silently for hours until it goes.
I threaten I would kill it,
But it only burns and explodes like lava;
If you kill me, you’re gone too, it says.
So be it, sometimes I think,
But then, I think of those days…
When the ghost sleeps to its heart’s content.
How brighter the sun seems;
How sweeter the flowers smell;
The moon shines clearer,
And the breeze soothes all the pain…
For those days, I choose to live my friend!
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