By S. Vardhan
The sable of night offers a certain safety
To acknowledge our demons
To meet them
Fears feed on the flesh of daylight
The teeth they may bare
The ooze wounds may leak
The claws they may wear
But when the world closes its eyes
They come out and then it’s our turn Do we run?
Do we hide?
Or do we sit with them?
Maybe talk with them?
Maybe they’ll reveal their names
That’s when we find out that they aren’t demons
They’re scared children
Trapped in your childhood ways
Now we can open the curtains
Let the sun in
Let that child bloom into you
Then you become your best friend
Then love never goes away again
You make peace, in the end