PMS Demons

The PMS demons are winning tonight.  I seem too weak to focus on the battle they have waged.  Their piercing arrows laced with fear take aim at my heart while their nasty pitch forks of doubt poke into my mind.  My soul weeps, for what?  I don't even know.  The tears continue to flow, not even quenched by the heat boiling out of these creatures.  They bombard me with nightmares of the past, my vision is clouded from their smoke, and confusion seems to abound all around me.  Suddenly the water pouring my my eyes starts to dampen their ground.  I can see them sinking before my eyes, back into the depths of hell that they crawled out of.  A cleansing is taking place with each drop that falls, they can not survive the pure waters.  Light starts to seep through the broken cracks of my heart now piercing through the darkness.  My soul is renewed.  I'm taking back this battle and forcing my mind to comply.  I am a child of the light, the darkness can not win.  A battle they may gain, but the war is mine in the end.

~ Chelle, #f8ithgal
    5/12/14