The demons in our closets…


We’re all wrestling the monsters of our own making.

The wounds that define us.

The demons that rear their ugly head.

Threatening to swallow us in their womb.

What is it we won’t do to evade them?

Just about anything not to confront them.

Fill the voids with meaningless banter.

Drown the screams in a busy din.

Seek solace in any passion or addiction

Fill our searing soul’s hunger with food

Punctuate our aches in the arms

Of retail therapy and coffee

All of these are nothing

But temporary refuges.

With the touch of the traces of time

These monsters become home for us.

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