My eyes tell a story but these bags of mine hang heavy, they tell a story of their own
Late night awakenings, meditating asking for forgiveness trying to atone

Morning comes and I piece together my night..
Haunted by my demons still having night frights
Staring out into the darkness trying to find some clarity
Closing my eyes trying to separate my dreams from reality  

Body sweating, heart pounding
Clutching at the empty space beside me
Searching for something, but feeling nothing
Exterior hard, when you look at me what do you see?

I look in the mirror, I see dark circles surrounding my eyes
I see overcome tribulations, inflicted wounds a person finished with the lies
My past has truly humbled me not afraid to accept my wrongs
It’s how you correct your mistakes, it’s what you do next what makes you strong 

We go day to day passing people by, we label we judge we gossip, not knowing a thing about their lives
Truth be told we all have demons, we all have a story but are we willing to listen are we willing to share, are we even willing to try..

-Dionne MT-

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