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My Demons

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My demons don’t come howling at me anymore…


but they are constantly mewling at my door.


And so I give up and wearily let them all in


to listen to their endless scrabbling again.


It seems they are puzzled at the tears I now shed


because they are not spilling from self-contempt and dread.


Those demons’ black eyebrows rise in surprise,


And I see “Oyahright,m-hm sure” in their eyes.


The light in and with me that I’ve been searching for


has taken their demanding, pedantic place on the floor.


I know they don’t like it, yet I can see


they have begun to accept that I will be free


to walk in the warmth and bask in the light,


no longer joining them as they hunt in the night.


And so I finally shoo every one of them out


‘til next time, still quieter, they come scratching about.

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