Frayed

Like a piece of fabric well-worn,
My soul seems frayed, threadbare.
Darned one time too many, patched up and sown, the seams distressed.
Its barely held together with a few steadfast threads,
Adamant at making it to the very end.
There was once a time, it was new and intact,
It hadn't seen winter or the harsh winds of the west, it was shiny, safe, secure, ready to save the day.
But now its lost, weary and weak, like a setting sun...
Ready to give up, knowing deep down that it couldn't,
For tomorrow is another day,
Another battle to be fought,
Not won nor lost...
Like a piece of fabric well-worn,
My soul seems frayed, threadbare.

Letters to My Inner Demons III

Dear Apprehensions and Misgivings,
                                                                It’s nice how you keep forgetting to stay away, annoyingly adorable almost. The first signs of trouble and there you are, making sure I question every breath I take. It would have been fun, watching you watch me destroy myself like this, but here I am, destroying myself like this so no it is not fun, it is not easy, it is hard. Very, very hard to overthink all the time. To ponder over things I am supposed to be sure of, day in and day out every second of every day. It is not okay, it is not right to invade someone’s privacy like that, to come and lodge yourself in a crack in someone’s brain just because you felt like it, you annoying little pair of parasites. Actually no, there is nothing little about you, you are huge, large and terrifying but I still have to stand up to you, I still have to find a way, because once upon a time I was sure of what I wanted and that has not changed. I still want the same things and I am going to get them, I am going to find a way to believe again. I can and I will and you two buggers would not be able to stop me. How’s that for a misgiving, huh? 
    Look I know you want to exist too and that I’m the perfect host but the thing is life is difficult as it is, it is downright excruciating. It’s hard enough to put one foot in front of another and then there is you. So you have to take a break, take a vacation, leave find someone else because I can’t have you any more, I hope you understand.

Sincerely,
Me

She way like a page from the devil's handbook...

 

 

She was like a page from a devil's handbook, all painted red and gold. Her hair dark as the starless sky, her eyes deeper than the ocean. Her step assured, her brow set, she glided over the land with the airs of an elven queen. No throne worthy of her, no treasure grand enough and yet she conquers all, no mortal could stand in her way. Tales of her fierce beauty were told in the seven kingdoms.
No matter where she trotted the world was at her feet, bowing to its uncrowned queen. Her glance stole hearts and her touch was like the spring, too wild and beautiful to be explained and yet everywhere she went, doom followed, like a bride's maid carrying her trail. Make no mistake, it was a doom unintentionally inflicted and yet it was gratefully accepted. For what would be better to have your heart stolen by the fearsome vision in red that glided over the lands, even if it meant eternal heartache.
She lived at the town edge, by the forest. It was misty, dark and deep but she feared it not. She wandered often on the trails forgotten, finding solace in the eerie silence. Often she treaded on the path that led to the cliff edge, wondering what it would be like to go all the way, to take that final step and be free from it all, the piercing stares, the unasked questions and the hubbub of the town. And so she walked one dark night, she walked to the edge, standing at the tip she stared up at the clear sky and then at the wild gleaming sea below. The ravens flew over her head, forming a dark halo, almost like a crown. With her hair flying, a wild gleam in her eye and a smile playing upon her lip, she took that extra step.  Her arms spread wide and her eyes closed with a peaceful look upon her face and her dress flailing around her like a lotus at bloom. She fell slowly and the world held its breath watching the enchanting sight. Not a leaf moved, the ravens suspended in mid flight, the sea in mid roar, the wind in mid howl. And then it came, the all mighty crash, lifting the enchantment that had held them all in place...

And all at once there was chaos all around.