Day and Night

Day and Night

In the peaceful calm

Of the morning

When only the birds are awake

I think that I could be happy

With only a chair,

A tree

And a place to lay my weary head at night.

But sometimes when it's dark

And I am weary,

Night demons come.

They taunt  me.

They dance and point their long bony fingers at me,

And declare me guilty.

When dawn comes once again

I realize

That those demons

Have no power over me,

And I am still strong.