Monday, April 29, 2013


The demons haunted hard the nights,
of childhood's lonely days;
those fears which drifted in my dreams
and hovered round my days.

But desperation raised her head,
to win a bitter fight,
them buried them beneath my thoughts;
locked deep and kept from light.

But demons do not disappear,
when simply moved from view,
in fact the darkness feeds them well
and many come from few.

So now the woman heeds the call,
to tidy childhood's room,
to open drawers and cupboards too
and bring all into view.

And as the demons reach the light,
so small and old they seem,
the brightness blows them all away...
or was it just a dream?


1 comment:

  1. it's wisdom born of pain. I have been this way before.