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Battling my demons
They hide
In crevices in my mind
Like memories
I inconveniently find
Too quickly to avert my gaze

They’re there
Dark silhouettes they dance
A strange syncopation
To remind me
Of their origins and station
In my hidden life
They’re the shadows
Lurking on my back stairs

I’d exorcise them
With extreme prejudice
I’d do this willingly
I’d not think twice
But my demons cling
Like limpets to the rocks
Of the sea-shore in my mind
And then the tide comes
And they whisper
‘Just let me in..
Don’t be unkind’

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Demons

  1. landl30 says:

    VERY good… perceptive, thoughtful… well done.

  2. “But my demons cling
    Like limpets to the rocks”

    Wow Sis… just wow… fantastic imagery!

  3. Dagenn says:

    Love the rhythm. 🙂

  4. hmm – how we all have our little demons hidden out of view – the limpets- brilliant line!

  5. Skye says:

    Incredible!! And so very true!! I do not like my demons at all. 😦

    Perfectly penned, as always!!! Hugs!!!!! 🙂

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