Poetry kills inner demons.
It takes away their power. Removes their teeth. Loosens their grip.
It turns them into mere words on a page. Something to be observed and remembered, but no longer feared.
What follows is an act of writing therapy. In moments of inner crisis, I put pencil to paper and let the words come. This process is not pleasant, but it is cathartic.
I share this with you in the hopes that we can both feel less alone in our suffering; and to show you that when you look at your demons, they lose all their power.
