I have demons. I have a dark side.
I think when I let that out – when I express it in any way – with a post – with a poem – with my own words – that people get scared.
The thing is – I’m happy. I’m grateful. I’m blessed with a family and a job, a house over my head and food…and I am blessed enough to be able to,
on occasion, meet our wants as well as our needs.
But my demons live close to the surface. I think we all have those demons – negative thoughts, insecurity, shame. People try to hide it all – paint the perfect picture. And there is nothing wrong with NOT wanting to lay yourself out…
But I do – I don’t do it when I should – I don’t open up and share and purge all the bad things in the moment…but I find my way…I let them out with some words of my own, with a poem that punches me in the gut, with music that tears me down and builds me up.
I’m so far from perfect – but I try…too be good.
By letting my demons live so close to me – I see the power – in me…and in you. Because I accept them – that darkness – I am always working on making sure they don’t cause damage. And I learn every day – new lessons – how to keep it at bay so I don’t hurt others.
You worry about me? And I get that because I give my demons way too much attention.
I worry about you too…because you don’t give your demons any attention at all…