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