A dance with my demons

I danced

with the demon

in the mist,

Every blow

draws fire

from him.

I feel like a joke

in this dance,

But freedom

is seen as a sin.

He proudly says

that the theater,

I am stunned,

lost in his dominion.

But there is

a hushing

energy in it,

Please,

light my path.

Round after round

I taste defeat,

But still,

I rise up

from the ground.

Success

can be felt

in this wave

of energy,

If I have the courage

to stand firm.

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