There is no monsters

There is no monsters under your bed

an alternate identity

your worse enemy

The monsters are in your head

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Unalluring in the darkness

Surprises you as she bares her teeth

Reminding of the what is repugnant deep beneath

This monster is heartless

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The monster rearing itself on the inside

Breaths are short and shallow

Dry mouth, impossible to swallow

Under your attractive surface, she will hide

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The monster is angry

Defiant, uncompromising in its reality

Quivering, sinking I have ceased to be

The monster is pointing at me

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Raging against her

You deny her

You push her

You no longer believe in her

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The monster grew on your fear

Return to me, my true essence

Bring softness to my presence

Recover my tender heart, so dear

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Don’t hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

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Challenges incorporated into this poem

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/identity/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/story-starter-challenge-21/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/24/opposites-attract-challenge-21/

Published by Janette Bendle

I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives.

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