Inner demons

My soul is like a haunted house, The ghosts of my past just can't get out, With woe they roam discarded halls, Their whispers seep through crumbling walls, I light a candle to chase the shade, But shadows taunt the dreams I chase, I march toward ambitions door, But reality kicks me to the floor. All the hope that I thought lost, Returns where all my fears accost, A flicker close to burning out, Still fuels my soul despite haunting doubt. Though wounded I rise through the pain, Break free from my life's oppressive restraints, My demons scream but I don't bow, Their chains are dust beneath me now.