It’s a hard season of life for a lot of people I know. It
seems like wave after wave of unexpected and uninvited black tides keep pulling
them under. And all I can do for them is try to be a reprieve of fresh air for
a minute or two when the crush of gravity momentarily abates. It has me
wondering how humans get there in the first place, and it has me terrified of demons.
Like a shark to blood, they make their move at the first whiff of weakness. And
then effortlessly they instill seemingly permanent feelings of falsities like fear
and inadequacy.
They have no boundaries. They meet us in what should be early
morning splendor only to cloud a new day with dark veils of deception, teasing
and taunting us, asking us how we’re going to possibly make it through another
day. They sneak up on us at work as we’re unassumingly going about our day, mocking
us and infiltrating our bloodstream with poisonous shots of anxiety and panic.
They
have no limits. They push and push and pull and pull; until our muscles are
sore from clenching and our bodies ache from fatigue. They whisper and scream,
soft but violent. They blur our lines of sanity so much so that we begin to
think their thoughts are our own. They submit us into wearing their thorny and
twisted crowns. And when there is no known beginning to their madness we cannot
perceive an end. Time stands still but moves too fast. With no internal order
we slip further into desperation and despair. We become void and listless and
hollow shells of our old selves. Stuck underwater as the world goes its way, no
longer remembering what it’s like to feel okay.
