Sometimes the Demons come...

Wow. Amazing work

Thank you, SugarSkull, luv :-*.

It was difficult.

woman, you know how to finish a poem with a punch to the gut. the last five lines really reach out and grab you by the throat if you've already been in that place, screaming at your demons to fuck off and give you a rest from their howling.

i feel your pain
~transatlantichugs
xoxox

Thank you, luv :-*.

We understand one another. We are simpatico.

Love. You.

Thank you, Jack, luv :-* ~

Demon is, indeed, a profound concept. I comprehend your discomfort with potential religious overtones, however for me, in this context, the use is apropos, which you astutely ascertain as usual.

You have given me a gift of measureless price and I will endeavor to use it judiciously and flagrantly, luv :-*. You have made something looming and immense somehow diminished, turned it askew and reduced its power, its threat. I know not precisely how. It almost matters not; what matters most is that you have done this for me.  

Do, come kiss these my silently screaming lips that you hear so well with your oh so restless lips... :-*

We all have our demons to conquer. I can relate. Much enjoyed.

We do, indeed, xmar82, luv :-*. I hear you, luv. Thank you.

Am glad you did the VoiceOver....
It magnified your poem 100%.....
Could feel your torment....
I feel demons is the appropriate word in this case
I too pray you will be free in the next life....

Thank you, kateA, luv :-*.

This was a very tough piece to voice. If it were not for a very special someone insisting upon it, I would not have done so. Catharsis begins to come in many ways, curiously enough...

Thank you, again, for your kind and thoughtful words, luv. :-*

Hell yes,deep,deep they are and you go down very deep to pull them out.

I did, Hashman, luv :-*. Thank you for seeing.

Well penned, Savaja.

Demons, issues, difficulties, baggage, however one labels, we all have them.

Whether they lurk in the shadows, acknowledged and beaten into submission with positive energy. Or, glaring in our face from the occasional inability to defend with apt fortitude. They must be confronted.

The key. Choose to be the victor, never the victim.

Thank you, VegasPoet, luv :-* ~

Yes, we do all have our trials by fire, do we not?

And, confrontation is crucial; such a key facet, that choice piece, isn't it? We get to choose, ultimately, so very many things in life. That is something to hold onto for, even if there were times we did not get to choose; well, for every single one of those times, there are times we DO get to choose and THAT, well that is truly, incredibly, ineluctably powerful, isn't it, luv? :-*

Thank you for reminding me of that so irrevocable truth! :-* Thank you, VegasPoet, you sweet Dom, you! :-*

Ah demons I have many. I read Jack's response and for me the demons are not my problems but rather my habits some of which may be demonized unfairly. Do I have problems that stem from my demons, of course. Some may say, actually most will say, if they read my erotic poetry, that it is a thing of the head of all demons. Perhaps that is true but why do these ideas come to me fully formed, ready to flow from my mind in such a beautiful presentation?
 
You have elicited much thought from me with this piece...a perfect scribe, in my estimation.

Thank you, Gahddess_Worship, luv :-* ~

Demons may be many things, ne c'est pas?

They haunt us each in myriad ways and change their form at times...

Oft-times, some say that which is most beautiful can be most destructive... Can that also be beneficial in the end? What an uncomfortable and difficult concept that is! I know not. I only pose queries, luv.

Ay Ay Ay! That is one scary concept. Especially when you consider all of the geniuses of the fine arts who were crazy. It is a tough balancing act and I hope I never have to choose between my art and other things and people I love.

Beautifully read. Emotive audio that breathes life into the words.

Scared hell outta me...

Thank you, Atakti, luv, but I do not know that I deserve a great deal of credit for a beautiful reading. It was a vastly difficult thing, which I would not have done without prodding. :-p

your sadness is deeper than mine...

i fight choosing what is left of my honor, over what i heart and soul demand

yours, you struggle to break free of what desires to consume your soul,

so, no, not similar at all

Ahhh, HHMCameron, luv ~ :-*

No one can say my sadness is greater than yours or yours is greater than theirs or... each of us has sadness and that which consumes us. Each of us struggle betimes. And, to each, the sadness is real and consuming and onerous and looming large.

What is important, I believe, is that we recognize our fundamental interconnectedness: that sadness is a universal thing and is shared, each having pains and hurts. Knowing this of each other, mayhap, we can ease each other's burdens a touch, recognize in shared human frailties and humanity our overarching need for compassion, practical compassion toward each other.

What does this resemble or look like? Let me see your pain today and recognizing its indelible stamp upon your face, in your mien, let me do somewhat to ameliorate that somehow. Mayhap, that's as simple as my being kind to you as I stand in line waiting to check out and if you make a mistake, I smile and say, it happens, no worries, recognizing you just got yelled at by someone ahead of me and need calm acceptance... mayhap, tis more. :-*

And, mayhap, it means I cease beating myself up so I can move forward - the toughest grace of all...

as you have said the mind & the body sometimes want different things....i am sending you my love expecting nothing in return....you will always have a place in my heart