Monster

Sometimes,

I turn into a monster.

I catch a glimpse,

And I don’t recognize myself,

With those fangs,

Those glowing eyes,

Or the talons that curl forth into the darkness.

But being a monster has its uses.

The fangs to bite back any remarks that could hurt too much.

The glowing eyes to see through the darkness of others.

The talons to protect myself from the blows that come first.

Forced to be the monster,

To put up defenses,

That I shouldn’t have to put up.

You’ve made me the monster,

But the only person I scare,

Is myself.

If I were to be human around you,

Then maybe you would be scared.

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The Trail

I walk the path in sunlight,

Nature singing it’s sweet song all around me,

Cradling me in her arms,

As all else melts away.

Here,

There is no frustration,

No let down,

Or sadness.

Here,

There is me,

My feet on the path.

Nature,

Singing me to peace.

Space

Most days, I feel like I’m floating away.

Like I’m dissolving into nothing.

Like the air is being sucked from my lungs.

Like everything is pulling me apart,

Piece by piece.

Like everything I’m working on,

Working toward,

is just floating away.

Everything is floating further away,

The longer I reach for it.

All I’m looking for,

Is solid ground.

Coffee

Gingerly, I awaken,

Unaware of the time or place.

For that split second,

everything is still ok.

Then the reality sets in,

And the world burdens me,

With the “to do”s and the “need to”s,

The “urgent”s and the “should have”s from yesterday.

Before those get too great,

I pour a cup of coffee,

And feel thankful that I woke up today.