Angels & Demons

Angels & Demons

I have
  danced with angels
  in my time…

Languid, lethargic, listless,
  weary head rested,
  on soft supple shoulders,
  that no longer bear
  the burdens of this world.
I drift into another land.
Feet float freely, cloud to cloud,
  bouncing across the sky.
Head held high,
  worries cast aside.
Wonder and bliss flow like honey,
  through easy ebullient veins.
Euphoric, I shout out with wonder:
  “I am free!”
And wish to remain forever–
  For who can cast me out?

I have also
  danced with demons
  in my time…

Desperate, desolate, deserted
  spine shattered in scraps,
  twisted, torn, tattered,
  no longer able to bear,
  the sorrows of this world.
That ancient place comes storming back.
Knees scrape sharply, rock to rock,
  crawling through the flames.
Face flung forward,
  shame grinds my soul.
Guilt and worry seep like sludge,
  through a rotting, wretched brain.
Despondent, I cry out in agony:
  “I am lost!”
And pray for a swift reprieve–
  But who will hear my cries?