Self Talk
A cloud passes over the glowing moon.
And the darkness settles.
I was reminded of the shitty things I shouldn't have let in.
The shadows of the people who hurt me.
The groaning voices of all the ones I harmed.
The shouting of memories that say I am not good enough.
Each one a tendril gripping and capturing my heart.
The clouds drift and the white shine comes through.
I breathe and remember the good things I do.
This is not easy and I can't let my mind drift.
I take note of the ones I love and think of what I'd miss.
Midnight is when I should rest.
Unfortunately, my demons take heed
They try to bring me down.
But with a little clarity, they can't have me.
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