What Was
What Will Be
In my mind, there is a monster
Scaring new ideas away
Bringing fear, drawing doom closer
Stirring up chaos and dismay
Creeping its fingers to the surface
From the depths, kept out of sight
Stealing and shaking, peace and purpose
In the shadowed, cover of night
Pieces of someone that I once was
Part’s I have packed, neatly away
Riddles and specks, of controlled chaos
Another story, another day
Coming to create madness and mayhem
Tearing the calm from healing wounds
Wearing a crown of memories diadem
Resurrecting the dead from tattered tombs
Yes, there is a monster deep within me
Running amuck inside my head
Wreaking havoc with my sanity
With thoughts I buried, believing dead
The battle to contain, control and conquer
Lost to the freedom to let them be
Free to reveal this inner monster
The story of what makes me, me
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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When the monster becomes the idea that one embraces, allowing you to become you.
This one is deep and intense. I can relate to it in so many ways. Well done!