Therapy Bits

In the past, demons haunt my day

Restless agitation fills my story

Exhaustion from the battle, the struggle, the fray

Anxiety and PTSD, my childhood’s glory

Healing from the innocence stolen

In the shadows, demons haunt my day

The past lingers, a restless token

Of the battle fought, the struggle endured

Exhaustion from the demons that won’t stay

Anxiety and PTSD, my mind obscured

But healing comes, slowly but surely

In the past, demons haunt my day

The innocence stolen, a memory blurry

But through the pain, a light shines bright

Exhaustion fades, the demons at bay

Anxiety and PTSD, a fading plight

Healing begins, the past no longer binds

In the past, demons haunt my day.