Dancing With Demons

I'm not a dancer, but I know this dance

Perfect rotations around each other

Perfectly rounded yet opposite

Opposing forces locked in a rhythm

Gazing eyes locked in a trance

Carefully spinning around in spirals

Together we dance the sinner's dance

Recovery

Scars healing correctly require patience on my part.

The sun is beaming on my back, frost is on my heart.

Like a bud through fresh new earth, I am starting o're.

With the help of other roots, I'll grow strong once more.