Notice of absence from solitude
If im gone, that means im home.
If im gone, that means im home.
Everyone was scared of the monster under the bed.
I used to lie on the floor and look into his eyes.
They didn’t seem threatening, only lonely and afraid.
We would stay there for hours,
both of us listening to the crack of cans opening in the other room,
wondering what they would fight about tomorrow,
what they would blame me for as their eyes went glossy with vodka.
We lay in silence, not enemies,
just two living things caught in the same war.
People think of monsters as something outside themselves,
but sometimes the monster is what you grow inside yourself,
or what you learn to live with in the dark.
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Comments1
Making friends with the enemy and redefining the situation. Here the enemy is not the external but the internal and the message is a good one well written and a fave
Thank you very much
My pleasure
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