She holds it in
in some place dark
where not a light flickers.
What it is
is not to be questioned.
Because it isn’t a lie,
Neither a façade.
Everybody has it
in the depth of their eyes,
in the dungeons of their heart,
in the thick of their soul.
Bright and clear sky changes its cover,
To give way to a dark and veiled night.
And that is when she holds on to it
with all her might.
Nights make her uneasy.
Messy she becomes and begs for mercy.
Struggle sets in to not unleash it,
for, if set free, it would shackle her down not let be.
She would turn into darkness,
and would destroy all,
all that lay inside her,
all that lay outside her.
But aren’t we all She?
Don’t we all have it somewhere hidden?
Don’t we all have tried to keep it tamed?
To keep that demon sane away from turning wild.
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