The Demons will not push you in my child (Response)

The Demons will not push you in my child. Image, graphic pen and acrylic on paper: Carla Boulton.
Words: Lucy Furlong

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It came rushing like the tide on a summer's day,
Thought : a new creation forming; unique bubbles breaking against the sand.
But a flood of memory and I am suddenly
Afraid to use that lapping wave
For the purpose I have planned.
The Demons will not push you in my child
A voice long-remembered reassures me as
I falter at the breaker -
The sky goes grey
A shadow is cast over
The sunlit view
I hold back at the threshold afraid
To let go and step through
The Demons will not push you in my child
A voice long-remembered reassures me -
I run into the water, catch my wave and transform the past
The demons let go and I am free,
At last.

Lucy Furlong