Surround me as I wake;
Oh give me serenity,
Nightmares creep and ache.
Falling from a mind overwhelmed,
By imagination on overdrive;
Let my mind be at peace,
Let the demons finally cease.
No understanding have I,
Why the demons we slaughter,
Are always the same sin.
I defeated you before,
But you come back for more;
The snake, loathsome reptile,
From Eden you did break.
Losing tiny snake legs,
To strike a woman’s heel.
How dare you come back,
To bring me down again.
I pray you keep your distance;
You keep moving closer.
Praying you don’t turn me to granite;
Pulling out my weapons,
I’ll battle Medusa harder still.
You can see the braided,
Depths of my scars;
We know each other well old foe,
But I won’t go down pleading;
I have light in my armour,
Not the kind which normal snakes like;
The kind which burns,
Makes snakes writhe for life.
Pain will be your only friend,
Old foe; you fight the same.
Each and every time I return,
I don’t know why I turned my back on you;
Those not weary do not see,
The enemy coming up behind,
A dagger piercing my back; my heart.
A knock to my head; concussions blind;
But I heal fast, and I heal stronger.
Building my muscles each movement,
I recover; blood may flow,
And I hurt all the same;
What’s worse, I can’t blame you for all,
I do this to myself.
Will you ever learn stupid girl?
When are you no longer a frightened child?
There are no excuses to justify my crimes;
I know what is right and yet,
Time and again I find my foe and fight.
A battle with motions memorized,
A continual siege; I win and lose.
Pound you into the ground,
Poison you with your potent venom;
But you bounce back and reform,
Taking on another sin,
To challenge me for awhile;
Making it sound excellent,
That such a rest wouldn’t be exuberant.
If I’m smart I liquefy you;
Your blood and more stain the ground.
But since I’m human,
I complicate the issues.
And there are days I pause,
To be attacked and left weaponless,
Filled with panic and worry,
Wandering the valley as the poison seeps deep.
Only in the coming of dawn do I delight,
Fortitude returns and I smile small,
Learning my lesson,
Time and time again.
Experience keeps teaching despite,
A woman who continues to decide who she is;
Not knowing, not realizing,
Life is a gory battle, no one escapes.
The scar tissue builds upon scars;
Wounds of war are often the worst,
When we are not expecting them.
Pulling the dagger from my own back;
It’s a pain I hate to remember vividly.
But I got up;
And I walked on.
Feeling the dawn heal me;
As I kept on the road.
To another traveller I might seem,
A terrified, desperate girl.
Yet more often I see the same look in another’s eyes;
The knowledge of heart break, repentance, and experience.
A cycle doomed to repeat until we’ve finally learned;
Bigger hands than ours must deal the blows.
Hands which hold,
Entirety of unknown and known universes;
Hands which cradle the world.
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