I know about demons.
At least a little.
At times they have haunted my life.
Telling me I am not good enough.
I am not strong enough.
That my best efforts are like dry leaves.
Stale. Crumbled. Easily blown away by the slightest breeze.
I wish they only haunted my life one day a year.
If that were the case I could be ready.
I could steel myself against their arrival.
Prepare my best defenses.
But no.
They arrive unannounced.
When I am least ready and most vulnerable.
I know about demons.
At least a little.