I just wrote a post about having a bad day, and since I'm having a bad day I wrote it down in a poem. I've always thought of this fear as a monster so this poem is titled "My Monster". It's really a rough draft so it's not too good (I wrote it just now!) But I just wanted to share it with you guys because I'm sure you all feel similar.
My Monster
“Tell me about your hopes and your dreams”,
it says, curiously wondering what to destroy next.
I tell him, with ease,
because he makes it so easy to surrender to his demands.
He knows he has the power to leave me breathless and shaking.
And so, he uses it against me.
He takes what I love and makes it hard to love it any longer,
takes a safe place and fills it with reasons to be nervous,
pushing me further away from reasons to be happy.
He’s selfish, My Monster, and doesn’t want me going far away
doesn’t want me to travel, or to try anything new.
“Stay close” he says, and you will be safe.
So I follow his rules and I obey his commands, so not to upset him,
so not to upset myself.
He walks with me all the time, he is always just a step away.
Lurking behind me around corners and door ways,
My Monster makes sure I know he’s there,
makes sure I don’t forget he is mine.
My Monster likes to feel scary, so he makes me afraid.
“Don’t think the wrong thing” he whispers just as I think that I am happy.
So I think the right way, talk the right way, and avoid all the wrong things,
so not to upset My Monster.