Yet deep in the void, a question remains-- Can I mend the spirit, break free of these chains? The answer lies hidden, a spark yet to find, To ignite the light buried deep in my mind,

Think about what it feels like to be the burden in everyone's lives around you. That achiness of knowing you should be anywhere but where you are. That feeling is embedded deep in my soul, trying to break free from these chains.

The Weight of Red-Faced Demons They come at night with crimson grins, Clawing at my fragile skin, Their whispers pierce, a toxic hymn, A choir of chaos, dark and grim. Their voices seep like poison rain, Drenching me in searing pain. They mock my strength, they pull, they jeer, Feeding on

He is the sun, yet I feel the frost, his warmth a mirage, the heat I've lost. I whisper love into the night, but his silence swallows my fragile light. Loving someone with such force it hurts.

A poem of how my beautiful puppy helped pull me out of some of the darkest times in my life.