Demons

Demons

I wrestle with the she-demon
who grasps at me and tries to pin
me down.

Her guttural speech frightens me
But I will not be overcome
"Begone!"

When I manage to wriggle free
She switches to a soothing tone
A trick!

Silently, I bring forth the spells
to ward off evil that I learned
when young.

But though I implore the spirits
to cast her away, she roars and
won't leave.

Exhausted from the battle, we
retreat to our corners and nurse
our wounds.

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The shadows lift and blow away
I caress her cheek and whisper,
"My child!"

Her now-familiar face lights up
With tears of joy, she grasps my hand,
"Oh, mom!"

Form: Synchronicity (The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas.

Inspired by quote: "I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and got right back up" ~ Eminem, 'Beautiful' (written on Mother's Day)