Pandora’s Box

I have spent years collecting demons

and locking them up within me.

I used to think that if I stored them inside myself then they wouldn’t be able to run around and hurt anyone else.

I made a habit out of making them a home.

I made a cavern of my soul and I search for these malicious entities and give them a place to go.

I do my best to protect everyone else because I know what these demons are capable of and when I’m in pain I try to shrug it off because I know I’m strong enough to handle whatever these monsters throw at me.

Most of the time.

But carrying these lost and empty souls gets tiresome. It wears my body down and I have scars on my arms from where they’ve tried to claw their way out my skin.

But it’s worth it. Always.

The more pain I contain, the more I can help others heal from their own. I’ll sink my nails into their hearts and pull their demons up by the bootstraps, trapping them in my fists where I’ll squeeze them until they ooze out between my fingers like play-dough.

Once I’ve wrung them dry, I’ll pull them inside of me where I’ll nurse them back to health because I can’t stand to see any living being suffer. No matter how bad.

So I’ll keep trapping demons like I’m Pandora’s box...

and I pray that no one ever lifts my lid to release what I’ve spent years collecting.