The sun is rising

above my head, lighting

my perception of what I should believe 

of the lasts unexpected thoughts running now

in my head.

I should destroy the walls 

I’ve build against insecurities 

made of the fears created by the demons

that keep sleeping inside of me.

What would be the price for

exclude myself from here?

What would be my senseless

pain without them?

My arms is up now

touching the sky, I am just asking

to alleviate what is left

of the dreams and hopes i kept

closed in the tiny box of my heart.

Where is my courage when I keep

falling to the ground?

I can crash myself in thousand pieces

but that would recreate another demon

ready to touch the reality around me.

Who am I if not a creation

of my glorious past?

Who would I be if not

the darkness cutting the edges

of me?

The sun is rising

asking to create the massacre

between my demons

“You will be free, but not now”.

 

Jude St Jude