I never realized darkness could be understanding
until i gently embraced the demons howling in my body
they pounded and screeched
trying to throw me off of them    
eventually they melted into my arms and whispered in my ear
they just needed love
I held their fists and opened them
coaxing their palms to face upward
I rested My hands on their shoulders and eased them to relax their tense muscles
I smoothed the wrinkles their foreheads held
formed from their constant state of worry
I placed my hand on their hearts
Telling them anger held no resolution
The only outcome they would find their selves faced with would be them standing alone in a room
with so much love in them but no one to give it to
Anger is what drives people mad
it starts with a slight burn that courses through your veins  
enveloping your body with a warmth unbearable
to the point where you contemplate standing **** in a blizzard just so you can feel numb again
You thought the numbness was bad?
wait until you feel so much that you regret ever telling it to leave
The only response i received was a brief
“you’re the one that controls us.”

I lowered my hand and walked away      
the snarls and banging started up again in full force
The more my mind spiraled the louder they became

How can i have control when everything in my life seems to be out of my control?