Posted in Poetry, Prose

Dragons in the Dark

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My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil.  They lie in wait.  They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.

My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background.  I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.

These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber.  I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their foul breath assaults my senses.  The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.

I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them.  My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room.  I must be sure to catch them if they linger.  All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.  Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.

With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation.  How will the dragons manifest this time?  Will I find myself once again in the dark?  Will I be alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see my way back into the light?

As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….

Amazing image found on Google Images.  Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.  

Copyright (C) 2014 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved

*This piece was written about my struggle over the years with Depression. I’m in a good place these days, thank God.  But my mind has been on the ongoing struggle that many have with Mental Illness.  The Struggle IS Real.  For Help and articles that I’ve compiled and written on the subject, please visit my Mental Health Help Page HERE.

Please also see my recent post, asking for your help with much needed resources, HERE. Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Posted in depression, Stories, Uncategorized

Demons Caged

**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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Posted in Stories, Writing

Are You Immune?

I’ve written some dark things lately.  I received a comment from someone about it that I found hurtful.

He said he couldn’t believe that he had spent time with someone that would even think such things.

There isn’t a person alive that doesn’t have dark thoughts.  Those thoughts may not be a murder mystery plot, but there are still all kinds of dark thoughts.

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Posted in Writing

The Dark Side

It surprises me what ends up on the page when I start writing.  Sometimes I have a specific idea in mind and other times I don’t.  The cursor takes over.  I’m just along for the ride.

The feeling is intoxicating and exhilarating.  When things are flowing, it’s just magic.  It’s a high like no other.

I’ve written a few things lately that I would call dark.  There are times when I look back over the page and am shocked at how dark it becomes.

My WIP has morphed into something much darker than what it started out.  But it’s good!  (evil grin as I rub my hands together) 

Apparently, I have a Dark Side.  But it’s Fun being the Bad guy!

How do you feel about your Dark characters?  

 

 

Posted in Stories, Uncategorized

Sacrifice

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I always knew there was something Dark in you.  Then the day came when you revealed your true self.

You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.

Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times.  Would I die for seeing them?

You raise your hands and the people fell silent.  Did I see worship in their eyes?

The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.

You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.

With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”

Suddenly there were hands on me, roughly pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.

Posted in Prose

Dragons in the Dark

dragon10

My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil.  They lie in wait.  They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.

My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background.  I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.

These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber.  I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their fowl breath assaults my senses.  The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.

I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them.  My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room.  I must be sure to catch them if they linger.  All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.

My hands shake as I toss my gown to the floor.   Sliding back into bed, I stare at the ceiling.  Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.

With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation.  How will the dragons manifest this time?  Will I find myself once again in the dark?  Alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see me way back into the light.

As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….

 

Amazing image found on Google Images.  Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.  

(C) 2014 Penny Wilson