The Demons you Choose

From 2005

A black bird flew through the sky today
around in circles-- soaring over me
he landed on my shoulder and told me
"old demons never go away"
as he went to take off-- he left a deep gash
which later turned into a deep scar
left there to forever remind me
that your demons are never far

they sit on your shoulder mocking you
provoking the pain...
for a moment or two they may disappear
and pretend to go away
only when you look up
do you see them falling down
slow enough to land on your shoulder
but fast enough to pull you down

heavy burdens are like shackles around the heart
they prevent you to fully trust and fully love
they prevent you from being who you are supposed to be...
they keep you from stitching up

the same question after many moons still remains
how does one rid themselves of all their past pain?
is it one moment of realization? one moment of letting it go?
or is it a life time of suffering and unhappiness
until your exhaustion gives hold

is there a path I can choose over this slow torture?
a map set in front of me in which I can pick the destiny?

will I always feel to be the inferior?
the one who was second best
the one who was there to sweep the pieces
but not the one that put them there?

I need some sort of reason
for this havoc I cause upon myself
something to explain what is inexplainable
something to stop this preparing for the loss

the black bird streaks across the grey sky
and stops just before the moon
a small feather falls from him
and lands in my hands
as he says to me
"you have the power to choose"

Author's Note

An old one from 2005.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem...:)