Through misery

I begin to see clearly

How my demons

Have their own advantages

Without the pain

I can't explain

I cannot foresee

The end of me

And as I heal

I wish to peel

My gripped band aids

Covering my scars' faces

To begin to love them

And nurture them

As they have made me

And they have helped me

Become the person I am

Be of such grand

a slight hope

against this slope

I can see now

How my demons allow

A vision of beauty

In this great insanity

Without agony

How can I possibly be happy?

How could one

And everyone

Find their light

Without dark times?