I have almost repressed
what I could not digest
I look away, so quickly,
when any of it comes to surface.
I can't forget.
Deepest ocean's blue, hurricane violet.
It's violent.
These demons do not have bodies;
no lives, no hobbies.
Sitting in my head,
they're clawing, screaming, sobbing,
mocking me.
I know I can extinguish their fire;
avoid their fury.
These voices will have no hold on me.
They will wither if I
find strength and love light.
I will go where they cannot find me.
I will let them know, now,
there's no point in trying.
Who brought you to me?
You are, I am not:
terrible, ugly, something in need of smothering.