Name Your Demons

Hell is not a place, it is a mindset and God is a particle vibrating inside us. 

No one wishes for a life of darkness and pain and yet somehow we seem to stumble head on into it. I never wanted to be a survivor of unspeakable violence, yet ironically it's a badge of honor I can wear proudly albeit under my skin where no one can see it. 

I have names for my demons, there is intolerance, and uncertainty, fear and suspicion and I have angels too, they are strength, and music and the color blue and compassion. 

The worst days are the ones when they all meet on a field of battle and vie for dominance. I want my strength to win but intolerance is sometimes just too strong and music can't always drown out uncertainty and fear. Suspicion stamps out compassion and all I see is red not blue. 

I wish I were sitting on a beach looking up at the dark night sky being transfixed by the stars while the sound of the ocean lulls me into a state of peace. 

Peace is my brass ring and my most important demon of all, for peace is the drug the devil dangles in front of us. 

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