I battle demons
That speak
In softened voices
As though they were friends
But with
Sharp as knives prose they slice
And cut away at my foundation
They are the enemy
And yet they are me
They are afraid
As I defend against them, I give them strength
To tear at me.
For they know my deepest secrets, fears
I fight to unmask them. To sit them in the corner
where they will but wish to be a wallflower, to dance
And with a hidden heart, a sacred weapon,
I love them
For they are me, they are afraid, they long to be more
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