Catharsis
Catharsis
Writing frees me from the depths of doubt,
the fear of releasing my most hidden demons,
demons I have held at bay and at the same time
nourished with my hate. Is it so much harder
to speak the words than to place them on paper?
The paper does not judge, nor grimace, nor
squirm in its seat, it stares blankly at me not
a bit intimidated. The words can be recalled
when writing, corrected, chosen with care so
as to convey the loneliness of the demon keeper,
the rage of the too young prey, the wrath of
an unknown victim. The demons are not his,
but mine, remnants of disgust grown into hate,
fed to keep alive the will to live, to fight,
to persevere, to live or at least go through
the motions while the battle raged within
me. A battle of the hows and whys,
a battle never won but waged in peace,
the endless quest for ease. Ease within
myself and with myself to be myself, to
befriend my demons and thank them for the
hate that steeled my will and praise them
for the rage that fueled my passion, to reward
them for their valor with the courage to
write the odious words, lay bare the angst
concealed through age, and free both they
and me. And so I write of them, and me,
and loneliness and of the battles fought
and yet to be, and thank the blank
un-judging pages for their trust and
curse the coward that I be.
8/13/2013
Strength Thru Adversity Poetry Contest
Gregory R. Barden - contest sponsor
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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