“And the demons I carry with me,
they hide within my eyes.”
There’s darkness running through these veins. The marrow in my bones echo the screaming coming from my heart. And the demons I carry with me, they walk within my shadow. They hide within my eyes. They speak to me in whispers and remind me of my place. And when my lips quiver and tears sting against my eyes, they roar in triumph. But I am more resilient than them. These broken pieces are jagged and can fight back with the same venom. No matter how beaten down I am, I have more fight within me. I always have more fight left.
© Sarah Doughty
Until they’re all beaten
and silent forever,
I’ll never stop.
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Your prose is vividly beautiful and descriptive…sublime, really. Happy writing to you ❤ Ariana
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Powerfully done. Overcoming one’s demons can be such a difficult but rewarding thing.
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Constant reminders of what we used to be. I wonder if ever there will ever be worse things to suffer that will make us think on the now more fondly.
Love the vibe here.
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Beautiful. We all are stronger than our demons. We are made of them in parts but resilient enough to not be beaten by them
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“And the demons I carry with me,
they hide within my eyes.” — to change the way you look at the world and yourself into something twisted. But there is always strength to straighten things out, and that’s one of the things I love most about your writing.
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Inspiring and uplifting, the demons we all carry and the fights .. brilliant!
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