Alation

Serenity

I buried the worst of my demons in the depths of the ground, 

I threw my worries in the ocean and believed they drowned, 

In the dead of the night, when in my bed-sheet was I wound, 

I thought I hid and masked well and yet still I was easily found. 

My worst nemesis caught my feet and dragged me, all bound

I clawed free and ran, the fear and pain left me astound, 

It struck with all its might and I was yet again easily downed, 

I saw its ugly ferocious face when I erred and turned around. 

I wept at its twisted games and flinched at its cacophonic sound, 

Its taunts laced with barbs yanked at my flesh and claimed a pound, 

I felt like an antelope as it caught me, its gait like a wild hound, 

Its constant words of sorrow and scathing agony left me spellbound. 

I was jolted from my nightmare, in my home was I impound, 

I realised how my denial to accept my demons was why it rebound, 

If I make peace with it and become its tamer, I would never confound

Accepting them set me free, this feeling has never been more profound. 

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Folks!

How are we? 

This one, stems from my own experiences. Sometimes, we need to be able to make peace with our demons and not bury them. If they are buried, they may be unearthed and would be much stronger than ever. Its best to make peace, that way your demons live with you, but you are their tamer. 

Thoughts on how accurate or inaccurate this mindset is? 

As always, I can't wait to hear from you all! 

Cheers!

Zoya