The Demon in My Mind
The demon in my mind
is only a voice you see.
It has no real control over me.
It’s never for my benefit,
it’s always for my harm.
The demon can only influence me in the end.
It’s only purpose is to steal, kill and destroy.
It’s main focus is to deceive me with lies.
The voice can only influence me in the end.
It has no real control,
it tells me only lies.
This love we have discovered is wonderful to me.
Even more wonderful you are.
But so young is our love,
and yet it’s changed my life.
Happiness is in my heart.
The demon sees my smile and bears his teeth.
It’s desire is fueled by hatred.
It cannot let me love with joy.
I’ve not been given a spirit of fear
but of love and of power and of a sound mind.
My spirit is in me and draws it’s strength from God.
The spirit strongly influences me in the end.
It has real control over me when I yield.
You are Beloved,
I can hardly believe my eyes.
A woman so precious,
you must have come from the sky.
A gift straight from heaven,
a blessing in perfect time.
I’m learning to love you as instructed,
by the Creator of love Himself.
I thank Him for your wisdom and understanding towards me.
A very special woman your proving to be.
Always be the woman you are,
strong, loving, passionate, and free.
I want to walk beside you,
never leading or lagging behind.
Let’s walk as God intended,
let’s walk in perfect time.
The collection turns inward. Scott does not present himself as a man without darkness — he names it openly, confronts it directly, and then counters it with the two things stronger than the voice that would destroy his joy: the woman he loves and the God who sustains him. This poem is the collection’s most spiritually urgent, and its most honest portrait of what it costs to choose love.
I know this voice. I have heard it my entire life. It is the voice that tells me I am not enough, that what is good will be taken, that joy cannot last. Writing this poem was my way of saying out loud what I know to be true — that the voice lies, that it has no final authority over me, and that Priya’s arrival in my life is proof that something stronger than that voice is at work. I wrote the second half of this poem as a letter to her, because she deserved to know what she means in the middle of the battle.