Under a sky of speckled starlight amist visions of looming night
Kneels a little shadow resolved to combat demons of fright
Her form is hunched and haggard covered with dregs of the road
Hands stained scarlet and scared from self hatred once condoned
Shallow breaths imply anxiety and fear of the slightest sound
A skittish doe prepared to bolt if ambushed or unwantedly found
This shadow has a secret, a reason for terror born
She roams in moonlight searching for an antidote to failures scorn
Every mistemp becomes a fantom, each mistake a writhing beast
A life cursed of misery, haunted by memories of worth decreased
With every passing day the shadow grows more onyx still
Ink staining once bleached parchment, poisoning cognition and self will
Her mind begins to devour her soul expelling demonic screams
The shadow nearly suckd into blackness observers the queerest things
Among all of her darkness, her mystery and self harm
A ruby heart pulsates defiance of deaths present charm
A mirage of iridescent echos flash like lightning across her eyes
Illuminating her self purity and potential worth more than her demise
The devil born of her thoughts claws its way outside her brain
Lunging for her heart the demonic entity writhes insane
In the shadows palm a diamond sword or resilience apearns
And with a single thrust she impales her devilish fears
Her soul begins to purify all cognitive distortions gone
She only regrets that ending her internal war took so very long
Her mind blooms anew, heart resonating with health
No medical tonic was needed for the restoration the shadows self
Upon realization of salvation, night is drowned in tides of day
And the ashen shadow is transformed into an angelic fae
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Shadow in the night
PoetryThis story symbolises my own journey with intense depression and suicide ideation