The darkness comes thick and heavy as it covers me like a shroud.
Blocking out even the smallest ray of light. I hear the demons as they taunt, beckoning me to stay.
I struggle, struggle to keep this painful painted on smile. To not let others see how lost I am.
If they looked in my eyes would they see my pain?
Would they see how hard I am fighting to keep it all together.
How hard I am fighting to keep the demons at bay? My pain is real. My struggle is real. My darkness…
..it is deep and it is real.
Maureen Jensen 2020
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