Poem: Release the Demons

Unbolt the gates, let shadows pour,
From hollow walls and blood-stained floor.
No longer held by whispered prayer,
The demons rise — they scent the air.

They twist like smoke in midnight’s throat,
Each bearing chains you used to tote.
Regret in claws, and rage in eyes,
They wear your truths, they know your lies.

No softer cage than self-made guilt,
No deeper wound than what you built.
But now the locks are rust and dust —
Release the beasts. Because you must.

Let fury roar, let sorrow scream,
Let silence split your perfect dream.
What’s buried deep will always feed,
It grows in dark, it learns your need.

So face them now — the pain, the fire,
The hunger coiled beneath desire.
Not to destroy, but to reveal
The part of you that dares to feel.

Release the demons. Call their names.
No shame in scars, no guilt in flames.
For only once they’ve danced and fled,
Can you walk free, no longer led.

And in the ash of what was burned,
A self reborn, a power earned.
You were the prison. You hold the key.
Release the demons — and set you free.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie