Sometimes I Find

  Sometimes I find myself running out of breath. The air in my entire body looking for new ways to escape. My lungs wet, filled with everything that keeps me awake at night. I learned, a long time ago, that everyone has demons. Everyone has something that they hide behind pad locked doors and bury underneath baggage at the bottom of their closet. Everyone has demons, but some of us conquer them before we even get a chance to realize they exist, others wrestle with them everyday and every night. My demons come and go like waves. Waiting, watching, anticipating their next moves, and Although they always show up, ready to fight I am always surprised. I was taught to always hope for the best but prepare for the worst, and although they are the darkest things I know I am never prepared. They are clever and cynical, always taking shape in new bodies and unrecognizable faces. They know how to play the game and I am always the rookie.