Take this for what you will: prose, journaling, rambling, storyboarding.
One of my demons is taunting me right now, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to stand against it. We all have a past, a history with pieces we hope stay dormant and hibernate, never to see the light of another day in our lives again.
But here is mine. It’s rearing it’s horrid head again, and I want so badly to stop it. I want so desperately to keep it as far from the life I’ve built as possible, but it’s found me.
Now the question is, do I run, or do I stand my ground? I don’t even know if I’ll have to fight it if I stay. It could just walk right by and not even flinch as it glances over me.
But what do I do if I keep on this path and it does challenge me? What do I do if it does try and impact my life?
I’m not a coward. I don’t want to run, but I can’t be selfish. This is about a lot more than me now.
Why can’t the past stay in the past where it belongs? Some may believe nothing will come of this, but I can feel it. It’s coming for me. Now I just need to decide what I’m going to do when my demon shows its face.