An angel sits above my head
and spreads her gentle wings over
my tormented and tireless dreams.
The battleground that is my bed
she calmly silences, her
kisses cooling stifled screams.
My angel knows my dark inside,
for she was with me from the start.
How fitting is the irony;
She was the me I tried to hide.
But something changed within my heart,
and now my demon saves me.
A genuine story; when I was younger, recently diagnosed with my hair condition, I created a monster, and she was the conglomeration of all of my insecurities and the things I hated about myself.
But as time went on, I began to come to terms with things, and my own self image began to shift. Rather than dreaming that she was going to hurt me, I now dreamt that she was helping me, shielding me from the dreadful nightmares I used to get.
Rather than someone I felt ashamed of, I became incredibly proud of her.
She is always there, protecting me, and I think she always will be.