the echoes from the past
continue to taunt me
the demons in my attic
they love to haunt me

the fear that bound me
returns so quickly, quietly, easily
words, ideas, accusations
from without, bolstered by the ghosts within

threaten to pull me back into the darkness
into the familiar mire, toward the abyss
so easy, it would be, to surrender to the dark winds

but i won't, i won't die
i will cry, i will try
i will reach out my hand
and weep as my eyes brave the light