You just learn to fight back.
You're okay.
You're more than okay.
You learn to either shut off certain thoughts or punch them in the rotten imaginary guts.
Fighting these old demons has paved a welcome mat for the new you.
You're even greeted warmly at the door.
There's a party here-the kind with streamers.
"Congratulations," they say.
Their words sound genuine but those devils have smirks from bottom eyelashes to top.
Glassy execrable eyes tell you otherwise.
They're going to stay within your soul.
You punched hard enough; made them weak enough to stay away.
But only for a while.
Every time your belly bounces with laughter,
Every time your grin bears teeth,
Every time your cheeks are rosy and heart is warm,
You will mold a brick.
Brick by brick you will stack happiness.
Those demons won't break your wall down ever again.
You built the wall.
