My Life In Word

My monster is not under my bed
She drapes my waking hours in shame
She resides in my head

She plays her careful games unsaid
And trains my breath to speak her name
My monster is not under my bed

Night turns on night where fears are fed
Each thought repeats, each loss the same
She resides in my head

She grows where silence is misread
A blight that learns my pulse by flame
My monster is not under my bed

A bacterium where doubts are bred
She feeds on guilt and answers blame
She resides in my head

I search for serum in words she’s said
To cleanse what cure alone can’t name
My monster is not under my bed
She resides in my head

Simona A. Brinson

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