Monsters

Monsters

creep round and round

no longer content to hide under the bed.

Crawling from the gutter

from stolen dreams

from abuse endured

from abandoment

from harming oneself.

Monsters find a way.

Gaining a foothold

hiding in plain sight

fooling the unsuspecting.

Using slight of hand

puffs of smoke

distraction

from the real plays.

Rear up

Rile up

Tear them all apart

until we confront the Monsters

until we no longer bargain our fears

until we stand…..

But we never will stand

The Monsters have created sheep

and with that…..

they have won.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 11/18