His light was bright and warm.
But I fear the darkness in me wields a stronger sword.
I've built wall after wall around my heart, but he made his own door.
He walked through the dark.. slowly melting the ice that trapped me in the past.
And one by one.. he slayed the Monsters and Demons that guard me.. that keep me here.
Before him, all I heard was them screaming and yelling and shouting at me.. trying to tear me down and break me.
Before him, I had to fight a little harder every day just to stay awake.. just to stay alive.
Before him, I was fighting to stay away from the edge.. because I knew if I fell, it'd be the end of my story.
But then he swooped in and silenced the Monsters and Demons..
He picked up the pieces and told me that I was enough..
He gave me the weapons that I needed to free myself..
He gave me a million reasons to turn and walk away from the edge.. to rewrite my story.
And I'll always be grateful, but it's time to let him go..
Because he left me, and I will be okay again.
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The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
