Member Poem

I lay still
tortured by the silence
Heart pounding, Palms sweating
Longing for the silence to break before the daemons awake

I lay still
Haunted by their presence
Stomach churning, soul-crushing
Thoughts of despair fill the room

I stand up
To prove them wrong
I will not run from their screams
They do not make me

I stand up
Fighting their lies
Using them for strength
Building my life without them
-B.N. Grace