After the Storm

 I swung, I swung again. I ducked, I rolled, I blocked, I jumped, I ran and swung again.  My shield broke in half a long time ago so I get hit with their claws and tails.  Their fire catches me sometimes. I jump, I swing.  Sometimes my sword finds them but they keep coming.  The air is thick with white smoke, it's windy, it's rainy.  Sometimes I slip and their demonic growl gets louder.  I'm tired, my arms are tired, my legs are tired, my soul is tired.  

Fighting your inner demons can immerse you away from life, but I didn't realize how I was losing time, losing me.  On the outside I was just existing to the world.  They saw me talking, walking, smiling, working.  On the inside, I was in a desolate dark valley fighting my demons.  I don't know who was winning, I just...kept...going. Why keep fighting I thought sometimes, just give up, let them come and consume me and turn me into one of them.  That's what they want.  But why didn't I want that, they kept winning every  time, or, I let them win.  Did I secretly want what they wanted?  But why am I fighting them with everything inside me.  Why do I keep swinging?  What is it that I feel deep down that this...is.. not.. who... I... am. 

Then out of the blue, I see you, standing there. Your dark hair flowing in the smoke, standing peacefully, calmly.  You stretch your hand out to me and simply say "come".  I say I need to fight them off to make my way to you.  But you simply say, they fight me because I fight them. That moment spun my whole being around.  With an immediate trust overwhelming me, I look down at my arms, I drop the half broken shield and my tattered sword. The growls of my eternal demons, echoed away and stopped.  I look back up to you and your hand is still stretched out, and you say again, "come, I see you, I take you as you are."  My feet moved towards you before I even realized.  I wondered how you were in this same place as I am, then I realized, you were fighting your own demons too and you found out how to make them stop.

You showed me I don't need to fight my demons, and I don't need to let them win them either.  My depth was etched by them, my passion was burned in by them, my intensity was clawed in with every strike.  The beauty of who I am was from them. The same thing happened to you and you found me, because I was the only person who could ever see you too.  The beauty in us is recognized by the other on a frequency irrepeatable, signatured only for us.  You woke up before I did and you came and saved me, because I am for you and you are for me.  We needed to be broken, burnt and built this way.  This was part of how we were going to recognize each other, the only way.  This valley is now our home, our demons, play as pets.