Cracked wide open
My thoughts,
Attacked by the once sleeping demons
I had inadvertently awakened in a drug induced trip,
Couldn\'t hold the pressure and
Squealed for release
The Pandora\'s box which held all my greatest terrors
Released them into my pitiful conscious mind
And there they stayed
For decades
Haunting me
Tormenting me with their lies
The terror overwhelmed me time and time again
But it never totally consumed me
I was bowed as low as the dirt from where I came
Yet I was never broken
In the dirt I grew roots and and shoots and eventually...after it all
Began to bloom.