Sometimes I have to remind my brain that I'm fine, more than fine. I'm ok...I'm good.

I know better, when dark thoughts consume me...  
The battle between my heart and the hissing whispers of my demons is a bloodbath.
I know better, that my heart is true, and the rest are lies.
But knowing isn't feeling.
I know, yet I find myself huddled in the heavy cloaks of pain and doubt.
I desire comfort, and the layers are so easily wrapped around me, but the shivering fears are never soothed.
I want to stand tall again. I want to feel the fire of my heart warm me.
Again, I know this... I need to stoke the flame, add kindling, fuel to the fire.
I look around, and realize that the only thing to burn are the black blankets and vicious creatures drawing them over me.
If I shove them into the embers, then they'll hiss, but that's not them whispering anymore, that's only air escaping as I watch them ablaze.
I shall rise again, and not just stand, but dance around my fire, warm and content.