They come for me in the night.
Masquerading as me. They tear at my love.
I asked for this.
The Refiners fire.
I see what they are. Still I have sleepless nights where I am consumed by darkness.
It leave me tired in the day.
My mind vulnerable. Again.
Sleep Master sleep.
But instead I keep writing. Pounding they keys for what?
“Run. Run from loving another before they run from loving you.”
But I don’t run. Instead I pretend to ignore them.
It doesn’t work.
Like being bullied as a kid. These demons know me too well. Shadows.
And I fall into pain.
Sometimes it seems the more connected to god I feel the bigger the swing.
Then again the meaning is lost.
The younger me wouldn’t have noticed these demons; the separate.
Sometimes evolution happens overnight, or in an hour.
Other times it takes decades.
I know what you are. You wake me in the night.
You steal my sleep.
You masquerade in night.
I know you.
And the miss placed love you seek. I have it.
I’m not running from love. I’m not running from you.
I know who you are. I’m giving my love to you …
I
Love
You