Invisible Shadows Poem by Sarah Mrs

When journaling to God any certain prayer,
Can demons read it, as they mock, seeth, and stare?
His almighty name alone leaves them weakly trembling,
And Hells fire awaits them, ever strongly a kindling.

They follow me, famished with a will to destroy…
My mind, my heart, inner self and utter joy.
To speak out and hold them accountable is a dare.
Lest I be deemed ill, rendering me lonely, medicated and in despair.

Constant presence is real, their sights set on destruction never ends.
I call out to God and His Angels to help, protect, and defend.
Rest is a luxury, forever craving sleep and reprieve at night,
Awake I stay, alert are they
seeking to devour with their gnash and their bite.
Salvations protection is the shield from their plight,
Relentlessly they work to hush my prayers, and undo His might.
Like a shadow of whispers from a stillborn baby to their mother,
They show themselves to me alone, but hide from all the others.