Dancing Demons

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness nor
solitude
those shadows dance around my hands
scream in my ears
call it sarcasm or criticism
they cross boundaries all the time

I hit the air with a closed fist
chop a tomato to see it bleed
promise the shadows a rendezvous
disguised as an animal
compressed as a virus
empowered as a weapon
to watch them writhe in pain
till their voice fractures
till they collapse in dung

when they finally dissolve
I’ll stand unshackled
no umbra or penumbra
only the blaze of unbroken light.
I call it ME

Poetics – Unpunctuated I dVerse

10 thoughts on “Dancing Demons”

  4. Reena, your poem reminds me of a couple of quotes that I’ve come across recently as I’ve been writing a short stoic poem every day (based on the Daily Stoic book). In particular the idea of imagine that we were saying the things that we say to ourselves, but to our best friends instead. We would never imagine doing that, but we give our inner critic so much room when it comes to ourselves.

    As Ange says, you’ve described the battle well and shown the strength to come out on the other side. 👏

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