avatarColleen Millsteed

Summary

A woman battles her inner demons while selflessly caring for them, embodying an angel in disguise who struggles with her own pain and self-destruction.

Abstract

The narrative depicts a woman who consistently confronts the chaos left by her personal demons, cleaning up both literally and metaphorically every Sunday. Despite their careless behavior, she harbors a deep understanding and compassion for their struggles. Her empathy is such that she shields her demons from the harsh light of day, preferring to deal with the remnants of their turmoil in the shadows. The author expresses wonder at her ability to love so completely, yet remain an apology for her demons' actions, suggesting a divine nature hidden beneath her trials. Her strength and resilience are admired, as she maintains her dignity amidst her internal battles, revealing her inner beauty. The piece concludes with a call to action for the reader to explore more of the author's work and consider Medium membership.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a deep admiration for the woman's resilience and strength in the face of her personal struggles.
  • There is a sense of the woman's selflessness, as she cares for her demons and cleans up after them without resentment.
  • The author believes the woman is unaware of her own angelic nature, being a source of love, light, and compassion despite her torment.
  • The piece suggests that the woman's pain is a long-standing issue, hinting at a history of self-destruction linked to her deepest emotions.
  • It is implied that the woman's reluctance to let others close is a protective mechanism to avoid further emotional pain and self-destruction.
  • The author expresses a personal connection to the woman's story, indicating a level of familiarity or closeness with her subject.
  • The narrative hints at a critique of the societal or personal expectations that cause the woman to apologize for her demons' actions, rather than focusing on her own well-being.

An Angel In Disguise

She becomes her greatest apology

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She tirelessly woke to a mess every Sunday morning It seems her demons partied late into Saturday night, She would tiptoe around her demons as they slept Cleaning and sorting until her home was put to right.

Her demons would carelessly leave things lying around Knowing she would sort it all out, time and time again, She never chastised them, understanding their needs As they let off steam, fighting their anguish and pain.

“At times it is better to hide things in their shadows As it pains me to sort through memories in the daylight,” I have heard her mutter this under her breathe so often Although I never truly understand her battle and fight.

I wonder how such an amazing creature became tormented As she loves with her entire soul, body and pure heart, Does she not realise that she is an angel in disguise A blessing of love, light, compassion, a real sweetheart?

How is it that angels are allowed to fly close to the underworld Letting the darkness creep closer and blacken her wings, Why is it she gives so much, so often, to her dark demons So she becomes her greatest apology, as they pull her strings.

Is it any wonder that she does not allow anyone to get close Not if they are those special few that will make her feel, It is understandable that she often hides in their shadows Where her love, her emotions, the demons will conceal.

I understand why she wishes to hide her utmost feelings Because with these comes the abhorrent self destruction, She cannot have one without the other, as she wisely knows For it was from an early age her pain made an induction.

I am in awe of her strength, her resilience, her power As she fights her way through life, her survival indisputable, I watch her battle her demons, putting them in their place Whilst holding her head high, she is just so very beautiful.

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