Old Demons Wait

I was never self-diagnosed,
but for years I self-medicated.
My life until I met her,
was tangled and complicated.

Prison walls and darker nights
the suicide I survived.
I saw demons in the shadows,
yet still I am alive.

She carries childhood wounds,
her own long wars to weather.
In His good time, God watched
as we came together.

Now in love we've found a peace
that keeps away the thunder.
Still keep your guard,
those old demons wait -
they wait to pull you under.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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