The muse really is flowing lately…
My Demons
Are the sceptres that call from the dim and darkened past,
I have given them many names over the years,
But there is one title my monsters cannot claim…
They have never,
Ever,
Been my friend.
My confusion
Is the shadow of decisions I don’t know how to make,
I have gone backwards and forwards, and back again,
But there is one thing about which I am not confused…
I know,
Without doubt,
That I love…and am loved.
My soul
Has a piece that’s missing.
This hollow, this void, this space…
But there’s a place I know I can find it…
That will fill me up,
Make me whole,
.
My heart
Misses a beat every once in a while.
A murmur, a skip, a bunny hop out of time.
But that’s okay, that’s alright…
Because it catches up,
Eventually,
And carries on
One beat at a time.
Andrea Bramhall 