January 8, 2008
Haunt me no longer,
you have no hold over me,
demons of my past.
Your grip is gone now,
the icy fear has vanished.
All that’s left is love.
You try to come back,
to regain what you have lost.
But your place is gone.
A fire burns now,
filling that once empty space.
Love shall conquer all.
That whispering voice,
which called me to suicide,
has been driven out.
Instead, my life goes on.
My love, with me now,
strengthens the walls of my heart
against your return.
Though you beat at them,
saying this love will not last,
the barriers hold.
And I smash you down,
grinding you beneath my heel.
Until you are dust.
Now I know freedom
from pain, fear, rage, despair
and that loneliness.
Now, I stand strong.
Your body is dust,
your words, only soft echoes.
Your scars, memories.
My wounds are now healed,
and no new ones shall appear.
Memories will fade.
All that remains now
are the voices of my past.
Even those are soft.
My love will help me stop them.
All I see is light,
shining from somewhere above,
shining down on me.
And my heart soars high,
above the clouds of despair,
above your foul grip.
My heart and soul are pure.
Demons of my past,
whisper to me no longer.
For now, I am strong.
