Chased by demons
Running scared
For these battles, I'm ill-prepared
Where's the path that was once before me?
Where's the light for my darkened eyes?
Alone, abandoned, who will save me?
From the lightning
From the lies
I tremble as I feel a touch
Upon my shoulder
Upon my head
Paralyzed, I pray for mercy
Am I dead?
I push ahead...
I turn my face towards warming breath
Pulsing, rhythmic, cadence slow -
Facing the demon
I see angels beyond
Eyes like diamonds
Lit like beacons
The demon is me.
Then I let go...
Shirley D. Downie
January 4, 2010
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"I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear." - Joan Didion
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