Demons

In the shadows where silence clings tight,

Demons whisper in the depth of the night.

Twisting my thoughts like a vine round my heart,

Each moment a battle, each breath a fresh start.

They dance in the corners, lurking so near,

With voices like echoes that feed on my fear.

A tempest of feelings, both heavy and light,

Riding the waves from despair to delight.

Oh, the mornings that dawn with a weight I can't bear,

When joy feels like fog in the cold, bitter air.

The sun rising softly, yet casting no glow,

As shades of my sorrow begin to bestow.

My mind is a maze, a labyrinth deep,

Where shadows of sadness entwine as I weep.

One moment I'm soaring, on clouds made of dreams,

Then plummeting downward, unraveling seams.

In laughter, I shatter the walls that confine,

But soon enough, darkness creeps back to entwine.

With every small victory, there’s always a cost,

In the chaos of triumph, I feel so lost.

Yet somewhere within me, a flicker remains,

A spark that ignites through the echoes of pain.

For every dark whisper that tries to take hold,

There's a strength in this struggle, a story untold.

And so I will rise, though the journey is rough,

Through valleys of sorrow, the road can be tough.

I’ll gather my pieces, both shattered and whole,

Embracing each aspect, reclaiming my soul.

For demons may linger, but they do not define,

The courage that blooms in the depths of my mind.

With each day a canvas, and hope as my brush,

I’ll paint through the darkness, and in colors, I’ll rush.

So here’s to the battles, the scars that we wear,

To the moments of kindness, the love that we share.

Though mood swings may tether me in restless embrace,

I’ll hold onto the light, and rise through the chase.

For in facing these demons, I find my own voice,

In the heart of my struggle, I’ll learn to rejoice.

With each step I take, I reclaim what is mine,

Through shadows and sunlight, my spirit will shine.