“You have to address your demons to be a better you,” the woman with the degree and certifications framed on her wall said to me.
“I don’t have demons,” I responded with an air of indignation.
She snorted. “Unbroken people don’t come to my office.”
Sly, coy, like a silver fox, my defects
lurked in the depths of my subconscious.
Unchallenged, they roamed my inner recesses at will.
The mere mention of finding them roused them from slumber,
their golden eyes peering at me from under heavy lids.
I would like to say the concentrated introspection,
light-shining,
soul-searching
demon-hunting
resulted in my cure- my becoming “whole”.
I would like to say
I conquered my biggest vice;
that it fluttered for a moment,
magnificent in its struggle,
then wilted and lay still.
Alas, I sat crouched in the room,
lit only by the bluish glow of the microwave clock,
12:34 illuminating my secret- mocking me
as I unwrapped another candy
pilfered from an unattended Easter basket.
Shame emanated from the pastel papers
I buried in the garbage,
like a kitty covers her waste.
Vices, one.
Me, zero.
I reminded myself tomorrow would be different.
I journaled that I’d had a “good” day.
I brushed my teeth and slipped into bed;
the sting of truth soothed by
milky chocolate and denial.
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This is my response to the Speakeasy weekly writing prompt, which is to write a piece in 750 words or less (mine is 219 words) and (1) include some reference to the media prompt, a painting of a silver fox, by John James Audubon, and (2) use the following sentence anywhere in the piece: “It fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still.”
We are in the middle of ‘family free’ writing on Yeah Write, so I wanted to make a special note to reiterate that this is purely fiction. I’ve not made any attempt to address my ‘issues’ through therapy. Also, although we do have Easter baskets of candy around here, I don’t graze from them…. I bought my own candy a few days after Easter for 75% off 😛
I may or may not eat chocolate late-night, but I never bother to bury the wrappers. I have no shame!
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Stealing chocolate from Easter baskets (a nice vice) is not as much fun as grabbing whole bags for 75% off! Go you!
I thought it was a great deal, Nancy. I’m not saying exactly how much I bought, though 🙂
That’s a good one. Everyone’s demons should flutter and then lay still.
Wouldn’t that be nice? Thanks so much for reading, Shirley!
Chocolate!!! 😀
I second that, Widdershins!
Very nicely done, Janna 🙂
Thanks for reading, Dianne!
Let sleeping demons lie – and lie 🙂
Haha, clever word play, Eric!
Kept me hanging on for the next line, Janna. Blessings to you…
Thanks, Carol. I appreciate you reading it!
oh when we try so hard for the “Good Days” and pilfer candy along the way. You used the prompts to a new sugar high.
Hehe… I like that sugar high, Kir 🙂 Glad you stopped by to read it!
Fortunately I have already ate ALL of my Easter candy. LOL So no more sneaking from the basket for me till next year. ♥
Aw, you just have to wait until Halloween, Kathy 🙂
Good one! Kind of tempting to pilfer candy from the Easter baskets (rationalizing that we’re protecting our kids’ teeth, huh?!) Interesting that you chose 12:34 on the clock — I, too, have an odd fascination with numbers in multiple or sequential form!
You know, the time selected wasn’t a conscious decision. I was thinking midnight snack but didn’t want it to be exactly midnight. I like how you twisted it to be eating the candy for their own good- so noble 🙂 Glad you stopped by, Debbie!
Ah yes, the demons that are in our lives. We are not perfect and I know I am far from it. For some reason, this was hard to follow for me. Could be that the tinnitus is more pronounced so my concentration is not what it should be or maybe I am just tired. I know you are very diligent in your writing and do it very well so that it flows. Around my house, chocolate or any sweets do not last long except I still had some ice cream left over from a pint I bought the other day which really surprised me. It was good to. Back to the writing, I think everyone tries to hide something at some point but it isn’t until we are able to free ourselves from that something that we are able to be true to our self. thank you for this mind provoking writing.
Well, this one was a little abstract. Basically, the idea was that this person was in therapy and by addressing her issues, they actually became worse (because she was looking for the quirks.) Then, she couldn’t handle the facts, so decided to fudge in her journal that the day was good- even though that wasn’t the case. You are right, though: we can’t be free until we accept the truth. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, Sean!
Thanks for explaining what I was missing in this. It is appreciated.
Clever girl, how you arrange things so! I liked the third paragraph. Also the way you used the sentence. Oh, one other thing… I bought my own candy… you slay me!
Thanks, Ted! I wasn’t sure how this one would shape up, and it might be a little out there, but I found it funny 🙂 Oh, and my candy was a smart purchase… those peanut butter eggs are de-lish!
Brilliant piece! 🙂
Thanks so much for reading, Harliqueen!
This really spoke to me. Beautifully written and structured. I particularly liked ‘The mere mention of finding them roused them from slumber, their golden eyes peering at me from under heavy lids.’
I know my demons and they know me, especially my comfort eating weakness. You have captured the essence here.
I’m glad this was something you could relate to (and therefore made some sense.) I know my demons as well, and they seem to gain strength from my struggling against them. Thanks for reading and sharing your comment, Zeudytigre 🙂
“The woman with the degrees and certifications on her wall” was my favorite line. Sometimes people take too much advantage of having gone to college and think they Know everything about everything. Great job!
Hehe, they might have certain insights that come from experience, but ‘knowing’ isn’t necessarily the case 🙂 Glad you stopped by, M.L.!
Ooh sounds like someone’s been up to no good. Great writing Janna! Love it
Thanks, Yeshu! (But chocolate IS good 🙂 )
I liked visually traveling the spiral staircase of your mind. Very fun read.
It is a scary place sometimes, Angie 🙂 Thanks for taking the journey!
Inspired writing as usual. I assumed an eating disorder and I think that you captured it well.
Jane
It certainly could be a disorder (or progressing to that point!) Thanks for reading, Jane.
Well, I like the explanation as much as the narrative, which I like very much!
Thanks, Allen! Had to add a little humor in there 🙂
The beginning led me to read the poem quite differently at first. It actually has a very reflective nature, then the Easter candy comes in. I will admit, my stash is nearly gone!
I’m down a bag of M&Ms and a bag of Reese’s eggs 😦 Perhaps I’ll recover from sugar-shock by the Halloween rolls around, Renada!
I do bury the wrappers, but it’s not from shame. If I don’t, the kids will see, and I’m not sharing *my* stash. They have their own!
I love the last lines especially, Janna:
“I brushed my teeth and slipped into bed; the sting of truth soothed by milky chocolate and denial.”
Thanks for reading, Gringa! My kids know not to ask for my candy (they’ve learned I’m selfish?) But they have enough of their own, to keep them… and their dentist busy 🙂
awesome writing, as always. and man, MAN have i been there.
Thanks so much, Christina! I’m glad you can relate (but then again, I wish you couldn’t 😉 )
Wonderful poem Janna.
Thanks – I appreciate you stopping by, Ranu.
Oh no… how did you know… my chocolates… all gone… 😦
What have I done with my life?
Very well written and so relevant to the moment ^^ well done!
My chocolates would be almost gone if I hadn’t bought so much, Imab00kworm 🙂 Thanks for reading and making me smile with your comment!
Yay haha, glad I did make you smile, I was partly aiming for that 😉
Definitely a success 🙂
😉
I love this, Janna – while there’s humour in it, a sense of shame and underlying pain permeates each stanza. Great take on the prompts!
I am also relieved to discover I’m not the only one who keeps a stash of chocolate hidden away from the kids. 😀
That’s exactly how I hoped it would come across – a little humor to ease the sadness that accompanies pain. I think stashing chocolate is part of the mom code, no? Thanks for reading, Suzanne!
I’m not sure if chocolate slays my demons, or resurrects them; I guess it depends on how much I consume, and when! I quite enjoyed this!
Haha… I think it does a little of both (for me, anyway!) While I’m eating chocolate, everything feel better… when my clothes become too snug, then it’s not so good. Thanks for reading, Peggy!
Pardon my language, but daaamn. I really love the the demons coming to wakefulness when feeling scrutiny and self-awareness poking at them, it’s really a perfect description.
To me, it kind of feels that way… once I concentrate on ‘fixing’ something in me, that something becomes more unruly. I’m glad you feel the description is apt. I appreciate you reading and sharing your thoughts, Stankmeaner 🙂
I really like this piece. You have written so much that I like. What I thought about after reading was –
When I was a kid taking ballet, if a move was difficult, the instructor would say. Don’t think about it. Just do it and you know, I would master the move every time. I wondered, would a little denial help this person move on. Just a thought.
With haven written all this, you have created a very real character. I’m thinking about her choices. Take care kid.
Thanks for reading and for sharing your thoughtful comment, Ann! Sometimes we do over-think things. I know when I think about how to type or spell certain words, I stumble, but if I just let the writing or typing happen, I don’t have an issue.
I like how the format shows the ups and downs, ebbs and flows, of her struggle. Very cool. 🙂
We steal candy from the Easter baskets every year. We do it for the children. It’s a sacrifice, but somebody has to keep them from eating too much sugar.
Oh the “sacrifices” we make! 😉
They have no idea how much we sacrifice for them {brings back of hand dramatically to forehead} 🙂 Thanks for stopping by to read my prompt response, Christine!
I think The Milky Chocolate of Denial would make a great title for a book. 😛
Michael, that might be something I’d like to eat… er, I mean read 🙂
Love this! I don’t know that addiction to chocolate can be cured. It’s like seeking a cure for the desire for sex. I love the way it seemed her secret was something dark and looming, with all the hidden wrappers, and then in the end, it all becomes clear. Love it, love it!
In my experience chocolate addiction can’t be cured, EagleAye! Thanks so much for reading and sharing your feedback (It was a bit dramatic, but I imagine chowing on chocolate at midnight can seem a little dire, at that moment 🙂 )
I loved your poem…I voted for you but I don’t think it counted. Congrats! I’m too familiar with denial. Nowadays it comes in the realm of spending too much time writing! Addiction is addiction, I guess.
Thanks so much, Gene! I appreciate your support of my writing. Addictions come in all forms (and yes, writing can be one, although possibly one of the more potentially productive addictions…)
By the way- congratulations on the Editors’ Pick this week 🙂
Thanks!
Haha, I love this character’s cheeky ‘rebellion’ from therapy. It is altogether a great piece, and the last line really packs a punch: “the sting of truth soothed by milky chocolate and denial.” Love it!
Thanks, GodGirl! I think many of us have internal rebellions from time to time (what is good for us vs. what we want.)
This is so good. The sense of guilt and shame is so well a portrayed. It must be horrible to feel this way. And I know the therapist is right, but she could haver been a little more gentle. 😉
Yeah, she didn’t sugar coat anything… if she did, the words would’ve been eaten up for sure 🙂 (I know, that was bad… just terrible!) Thanks for reading, Sarah Ann!
LOL, terrible or not 🙂 🙂 🙂