Tears created trenches on my face,
left with no breathing space.
Both blinded and asphyxiated,
every day I was reminded and humiliated.
And yet...
thoughts flew past me like bullets in a war zone.

The mirror shows no reflections,
could this be rejection of my imperfections?
Overused, bruised and abused emotions,
I allowed joy to be replaced by angst somehow.
The seeds of catharsis I sowed sprouted now!

The darkness retreats even if only momentarily,
in control of my thoughts temporarily.
The doubts and lies turn to certainty and truth.
Is this what it feels like to be awake?
Demons never rest but today they sleep.