Winter's Last Hurrah

What if our demons aren’t enemies?
What if they are protectors, creators?
What if they are healers?
What if they’re musicians in a band,
playing the soundtrack for our life?
They only react to what you see,
what you feel, and what you dream.
What if they were forced to play
things they didn’t like?
They tried to yell
they tried to fight
and then they tried to hide.
It wasn’t your fault, how you grew
the voices put into your head
shame spreads in the mind,
it kills them inside,
and makes you wish you were dead.
But what if we’re gentle and ask them their needs?
What if we held out our hand?
we might actually find
that if we are kind
our demons are helpers instead.

Blessing at Brush Creek

16x20”
Acrylic on Canvas
2022

The trees bend towards her majesty
the birds sing to her arrival
The Queen appears with a merciful smile
She’s happy to know of your survival

She graces you with shining rainbow light
You are her bright and shiny knight
She looks at you with loving eyes
She’s come to give you a surprise

“Be gentle, pet; now you may rest
for your body must be weary.
This task is not
for the faint of heart,
I’ve seen your might shine clearly”

Your legs give out under the weight of the mind
tears start streaming from your eyes
“Rest” is foreign, but you go no further
Rest is violently given if it cannot be nurtured.

The Queen smiles and says goodbye
Even in pain, you know she’s right
you lay your head and say goodnight
You’ll need your all at the next fight.