Musings

Everybody has Demons. Some people ignore them, some people hide them, some people smother them. But sometimes the Demon you thought you'd never have to face again climbs out from the deepest recesses of your soul, the darkest corner of your subconcious. It has waited a long time, growing and building it's strength for the day it returns to the forefront of your mind to wreak havok on the small bit of sanity you worked so hard to regain.

And then what? Do you move on, pull out a mask and hide the turmoil behind your eyes from the probing gazes of the Others? Or do you seek answers from another, that kind-faced lady with the shiney certificate on her wall which states that she's been qualified to try and pretend only she can show you how to save yourself?

What about the teacher who looks at you with concerned eyes as she reads your poem? The friend you know cares but couldn't handle the tired, pathetic truth?

You know the truth--you're weak. Far too weak to deny the hungry Demon the meal of shame and exhaustion you know it craves.

And the only thing you can do is plead silently for someone to save you from yourself.

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