A Letter to My Demons

To Regret,
You just love sneaking up on me, don't you? You'll take any form you can... be it stinging words from a former friend, or a bottle of mistakes to drink down and dwell on as they churn inside of me. And words sting, and the mistakes churn, and I fall right into your arms. That's just the way you want it. You force me to the precipice of my conciousness where I cling only to the past, binding myself to my mistakes. You revere the places I stumble, you are captivated by my failure, and you crouch in waiting for me to fall, and to fail, and then you pounce. I buried Shame so many times, but you never let me forget. You ALWAYS know where to jab.
Regret, I am pleased to inform you that I am severing our ties, because my mistakes aren't stacked against me anymore.

To Bitterness,
We've been hurt, haven't we? We've been done wrong so many times that we are justified to sit in the puddle of our pain and wrap ourselves in our confusion and let you fester. I've held you close too many times to count, because you get it. You know what it's like to be used. You know what it's like to feel not good enough. And you know how to use these feelings to hold a heck of a grudge! You have a fierce unforgiveness about you, and you don't hesitate to comfort me when I've been let down.
Bitterness, I am pleased to inform you that I am severing our ties, because forgiveness is so much more satisfying than a grudge held.

To Loneliness,
I don't understand how this friendship works; how we can have each other and still feel this aching. You show me I am isolated, and maybe you're right. But what if you're wrong? These walls you've been working tirelessly to build around my heart are strong, but they are not impenetrable, and quite frankly I think you are selfish to think you can have me to yourself! I've poured into you the things that inspire me, and excite me, and scare me, but you've given me back nothing but the idea that I'm in this alone.
Loneliness, I am pleased to inform you that I am severing our ties, because where I walk there will always be two sets of footprints.

To Sin,
You are the cleverest of them all. You barge in as Temptation, disguised so well that at first glance I'd never know it was you. You're appealing in every sense, enthusiastic about your "fun". But the thing is, Sin, after our "fun", I'm always invited to a party with all your other friends. Regret, Guilt, Shame... I don't even like them! Suffice to say that as much fun as you are in the moment, the consequences of befriending you are so horrid that I am left to wonder why I even bother. Sin, the next time you come knocking at my door in a new disguise and up to your old tricks, don't count on me opening the door. We might rendezvous as we cross paths, but I assure you my heart will never be yours.
See, I met someone else. And there's no tricks with Him! No disguises! He's the same yesterday, today, and forever. He also has a much more pleasant group of friends, maybe if you are interested in pursuing our relationship so badly, you should take notes on the way Joy, Freedom, and Love treat me! And Sin, He's so much more than a "fling". He actually loves me!
Sin, I am pleased to inform you that I will never be your slave again, because I am becoming a slave for righeteousness, and somehow I just don't see you fitting in that.
Please don't write!

Sincerely,
a daughter of the King.