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I was visited by one of my demons last night.
One of many kinds.
It came in the form of a child.
Its skin, black like a shadow.
Sharp claw marks on its body.
Scars deep and unfathomable.
And it's eyes full of eternal burning anger.
For years, I wanted to ask a question.
But for some reason l couldn't.
Perhaps l didn't know how to.
Perhaps I couldn't find a perfect time and place.
Perhaps l was afraid.
So this time l looked into its fiery eyes
And asked only one question,
"What happened to you?"
The demon opened its mouth
And spoke in a hoarse voice,
Faint like a whisper.
As if tired from screaming
For a very long long time.
"I am here," it said,
"Because nobody protected me"
"I am here," it continued,
"Because nobody loved me.
So I couldn't find a place and call it a home."
Before the demon left, it gave me one last look.
"And l am here, " it whispered again,
"Because when I screamed, nobody listened."
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Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading this poem.
I wrote this poem in mid 2023 while I was doing some shadow work.
I am still learning how to heal and take care of myself.
A question to my dear readers:
How are your experiences with your inner demons?
Let me know in the comments.
If you like this poem, please don't forget to vote.
From the author with ❤️
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