What’s your Demon 2

 365 days + 16 years today, but I can never let go. 

They broke into our home and took a part of my spirit. 

Dad wasn’t home and mummy went to get a meal. 

We never talk about it, but I am still incomplete.

The part of my childhood that drowns in grief of when 

A part of me was ripped without consent. 

And I am sorry, but time doesn’t heal. 

So, my punches in the wall reflects my demon.

And that incident was first of many.

May you find the courage, May you heal.

I have found one of these, but I haven’t found me. 

Time cannot even tell, it cannot speak. 

My addiction to using my fist is designed by grief. 

Give a little time to me, no, don’t. 

My demons had a hole to crawl through, the thoughts 

Of unforgivable things. 

Perhaps, addictions are just those things that might 

Never heal. 

#SAAM