demons

my heart feels musty,

my hands are as heavy as lead.

my lungs are trembling under trepidation,

being washed over with fear with every shaky breath.

i can sense the demons creeping, slinking in a serpent fashion,

towards me, towards my soul, towards my thoughts.

how they torment, how they haunt me!

i feel them hungering for my fear, desire dripping off

everything they say.

the demons have such ugly names,

self-doubt, insecure, timorous.

insecure harrows me most.

the things it whispers

make me feel like the dust of the earth,

not worth trampling on.

reeling at me daily, pushing me down.

i try to get up, but how can i?

im only human.

when i sink under their menacing laughter, i remember

something wonderful.

my silver lining, my golden thread of sunshine.

God has me. I have God.

demons tremble at His very Name.

this promise, this incomprehensible covenant,

comforts me.

with Him i can stand.

sage