I hold internally
These monsters
That scratch and tear
At my insides.
I have held them tight
In hopes of their suffocation.
Now I hemorrhage instead.
I believed these things were holding me Prisoner.
Keeping me in the dark.
Obscuring my sight.
When it is
I
Who keep them.
Afraid to be alone.
Afraid to be free.
For there have been times
They have escaped me;
I beckoned them return.
Now my strength grows weary
And my body is strained
In holding them.
My eyes tire so in this self imposed darkness,
My skin left longing for the soft caress of

Light.
This unhappiness I wear
From time to time makes me forget
All that is well.
And these monsters,
They wish to be free
From
Me.