A Passionate Rebirthfeatured

As I slowly tread the beaten path before me,
It feels like I’m coming out of some of the darkest days of my life.
Where all my past failures lurk from the shadows,
Searching for decay and desperation as they claw their way to my door.
Even my darkest demons remind me of the shame and guilt I once made peace with.
Attempting to drown me with the temptation of the damned.
While the display of sinister morsels looks delectable,
I have no pallet to quell the trail of tears & heartache that will follow if I give in.

Toxicity no longer breeds life into my veins.
Like a fiend gnawing at the crevices of my mind,
Begging me to sacrifice & destroy my soul,
For the hands of someone or something that may hold my reigns a little tighter.
I know now how to stand in my own inner power.

In hindsight, I am the worst kind of addict.
Because I allow my demons to linger; not fester,
Playfully bantering as I watch their futile attempts at destruction unfold.
The path before me can feel dark & gloomy,
But there is solitude in their chaotic madness,
For what has broken me to my core,
Has allowed me to rise from the ashes.

My healing may come in waves upon my path forward,
But my strength will unravel their deception.

-H