Black.
Black as in the touched curse I have.
Black like the midnight sky.
Black as in the darkest corner of the Earth.
Black like my eyes.
The demons slowly made their way into my body, heart, and soul. I feel as if I'm losing the battle. The battle I have struggled with every beat of my heart and every breath on my lungs to fight.
They slowly push and pull, tear and rip my foundation away.
But as they broke through, they turned and ran.
Eyes wide with fear.
They opened the portal to the light.
This light was bright, brighter than the sun.
It shinned through every dark spot and cloud.
I was able to grow confidence and fight my battles all because I gave into the demons.
They are no longer my demons but my friends.
-Ariy
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There Is Still Time
PoetryThis is the second book to I am writing this book to show that there is still time to overcome anything you shall desire. This is to counter the first book. Those depression thoughts you have, may they be caused by a broken heart, hurt, or abuse...
