I feel the descent. I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss. Falling. Yet, grasping the rim. Holding on to the light.
I feel as if I’ve been kicked in the chest. The pain is palatable. Heavy, so very heavy. Head in hands. Sleep, blessed sleep. Dream away the darkness that steals the light and penetrates the soul.
The demons. They steal into my room to close the blinds and bolt the doors; hiding me from reality. They whisk me away into the night to feed on my will; my strength. Just out of reach is the sunlight that warms me.
Do I have the strength this time?
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*Don’t worry my friends, I’m fine, just in a foul mood.
**We all have our demons; our struggles.
The Demon screams and rattles the bars that confine him. The blackness and despair he’s cast over me in the past are gone for now. I check and double-check the locks. All is secure.
I’ve been in the grip of his vile, black storm. He’s held my soul clutched tightly, while I clawed and fought my way back to the light. I shudder, thinking about ever having to spend time in that hellish prison again.
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This one has been rattling around in my brain in bits and pieces. I feel pretty good about finally getting it posted! I hope you enjoy!
Kiss me in the rain.
Love washing over me.
Flames no downpour can extinguish.
Thunder in my heart.
Wash away doubts.
Wash away past demons.
Kiss me in the rain.
U – Unseen
Head up, shoulders back.
The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.
She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.
She has the resolve of the Ancients. Her battle will forge the way.
Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.
One day in the dark of the forest, down at the bottom of that deep, dark well, he came to me.
His arms, strong, but tender, raised me from the depths of that well.
The blue of his eyes shone through the night as if the light were coming from within.
I discovered this man was a mere mortal of flesh and blood. The light I saw in his eyes was that of an honorable man. The honor this man carried with pride, was that of rare and unimaginable beauty.
I knew he was a man, with weaknesses as men have. But I saw what was inside. He was a Nobleman of Old. He saw the demons and beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them.
He thought his life was better served on the battlefield.
This man had no sword or armor, as we would normally see with a Knight. He relied on his instincts and his brethren in the heat of battle.
My hand touched his, one last time, as he turned his shining eyes away. I knew he couldn’t stay. He had paused on his quest just long enough to give me a glimpse of himself. There were battles to be fought and dragons to slay.
Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott