Ghosts of Traumas Past

One day I said I will make a change
No more can I take this state
State of mind – worn out, weak
Slowly speaking a death wish

“Attack, attack, I am being attacked!
Satan has a hold of me”

Now I see no devil outside
I face the demons living inside
Now I know their tender names
And handle them as delicate flames

This state of mind, now hopeful, real
I did away with externalizing fear

Now I see color, light
A new mindset burning bright
Through the recondition of mind
I have saved my life

– nd