Poem: The Weight of Demons


The Weight of Demons

This is how you measure your strength.
Not with scales or rules,
but your willingness to open the doors
and enter the room so full
of your demons.

About This Poem

Looking at ourselves, hard, long, painfully. No longer stuffing our demons in closets and under beds, but bring them out to play, giving them names, realizing they are more unruly children than monsters, mere bullies who flinch and run at the first (or, sometimes the second of third) flicker of resistance, is life changing.

Hard. But life changing.

3. 2. 1. Opening the closet door!


PS – The picture was taken at the Isabella Steward Gardner museum in Boston.

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