My Demons Became Power

Cyan colored paint 

Floods my walls, 

Frosts my carpet, 

Drowns my innocence. 

Applied by a drunk man 

I used to call dad. 

Enclosing a family 

He can barely call his. 

Next to Mickey  

I cried 

As the Happiest Place on Earth 

Became Hell. 

On my chalk-infested sidewalk 

I observed 

As my home 

Became a battleground. 

Beside a million empty bottles 

I lamented 

As my basement 

Became a pub. 

Surrounded by hopelessness 

I fought 

As my demons 

Became my power. 

Mickey was misery. 

Home was war. 

Peace was sorrow. 

Pain was strength. 

Through my father 

I grew 

As my innocence 

Became wisdom.