The past welcomes me back
With open arms.
Progress made
Seems to go in reverse.
I'm drowning in my thoughts.
The ones I were told were
Lies but
Seem like the truth.
I'm tired of fighting my mind.
The problem is you never
Can win with
Demons seeping in.
I was taught to fight them,
To reassure myself
That I'm
Beautiful and enough.
But how can one be positive,
When the night is so negative?
Is there any point in trying to light a candle
If it's just going to be blown out?
Told to not believe the lie
Of there always being
Abuse and addiction,
I want to believe they are lies.
It's hard not to believe so called "lies"
When you're surrounded by them daily.
When you're struggling daily
It never seems to get better.
But as I write this I realize
It was much worse before.
And while it's still bad now,
I have survived worse.
I've made progress,
And I can make some more.
I've drowned in my thoughts,
But I've learned how to swim.
I've fought the demons,
And I've won before.
I have learned to love myself before,
And I can do it again.
I've learned how to light a lamp,
And make it blaze at the core.
I've learned to see the light in struggle,
And I can find it again.
August 31, 2017
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