We wrestle our own demons daily.
I have conquered a few.
A few I have tolerated.
Most only come to snarl and move on.
Cocaine is a demon straight from hell.
It grabbed me and held me.
I fought it with everything.
I won, but its scars remain.
Alcohol is a fun demon that killed my folks.
We wrestle on occasion.
I respect her strength.
She laughs when she leaves me sick.
Cigarette Demon has held the longest.
But he comes seductively,
when I am weakest.
He’s gone now, but he may come back.
There is a counter to this evil
when I choose to call upon It
He will hold a shield before me
then the demons snarl and hiss
coil in fear, and move on...