Taming Demons

It was a night where the depression sank in so deep that all she could do was cry. The tears formed a river of doubt that allowed the demons within her very being to come alive with vigorous malice.

She was terrified to sleep, knowing that if she did they would manifest into a dangerous blackened mist that would do harm to her without a single thought.

She considered the possibility of letting it all go, all that was in from of her, but that thought terrified her even more.

She decided to take out her madness on a few unsuspecting Facebook people to lighten her mood. Little to her knowledge did she realize what she would find. She had hoped for someone to find her madness to the liking of the life they were leading but she had found so much more.

He was bold, tempting every ounce of every part of her; when he wrote , her demons were riled beyond compare. The words upon the page became her escape, if only for a moment in time, her senses were senseless and unnerved, her mind at wonder, her heart beating frantically, her soul in constant peace and her desires never sated.

But he was more than that, he had to be, she felt it in the entirety of herself.

One poem was enough to fill her mind for a thousand lifetimes, his words reached to the vey core of her heart, leaving the fading of her sorrow. She felt the woes of life start to drain from her whole; the wall around her heart began to crumble at his feet without him knowing.

It was only moments later that he proposed something she thought out of reach, the ability to let go and just have fun. But his proposal was abnormal, not the normal fun one would think of.

Her heartbeat became erratic; by the gods she had desired it; by the gods she was so unsure. She did know this, that she was lost, to darkness, to fire, to lack of hope and more so to the lack of lust and love.

It was exciting to find herself in this mass, this form so great, how he desired so much to help her. Pulling her out of the shadows....... Could he really do it....... Could he really help her to find her way, to seek her goals and succeed in grasping them. She did not know what it would bring but she knew her heart had greatly desired this; it was just her mind was so afraid, she looked back to the messes she had always seemed to land herself in.......not intentionally of course.... It's what had happened when she lost ground, always falling back to the same old habits.

But here something called deep within her, this offer, a proposal of great servitude may cost her, but, it sounded fascinating and she felt like the god Zeus had zapped her with an insane amount of voltage, or the God Eros firing his all leaving her to never be sated. Maybe it was the combination of the two; she did not know, yet she did not care.

Days went on and she kept her reluctance strong, no matter how weary it made her, how much more it left her yearning for another conversation. She was beginning to feel her own light; he breathed into her the foreign mist of life and hope; he breathed into her soul the longing to stay and fight, to become something greater than what she had felt, someone more than she was.

One day, at long last, her soul gave in; her desires caved. She didn't care that he belonged to another, she only cared that he was there and his offer stood strong. She only cared that he cared, the one person who did...... Giving his never ending light to aid her in her darkness.

This offer made her senses rise and fall and her emotions be unforgiving as she relearned them all as they cascaded down upon her weary soul. For the first time in years she felt the bliss she so deeply craved, the love she so dearly held for those who left the mark inside her whole.

Her confidence was slow to return but it returned nevertheless, her mind grew with fire and inspiration flowed ever so gracefully, her heart would beat faster and her soul would feel the effects everlasting.

The nightmares started to subside and her demons dared not surface, they, being the darkness within her, the pain that was her life, receded into the oblivion of their own freedom. She herself had been released. She was calm, yet wild.... Afraid yet confident.... Weakened by emotions yet strengthened by them as well.

This man, she realized was no man, but, a God in mortal form, descended from above...... But why? She was curious but he would never tell.... And though she yearned for answer she would never say so.

For he is the all to her nothing, and she needed rebuilding.. And as he had been for so many others, he would be once again for her......the Hephaestus of her soul.