I think my writing block is breaking. I wrote this poem yesterday.
The monster came into my room
Growl and grrr and dark
He ripped and he tore and he bruised
He hid
In the day he was handsome and slick
In the night he was ghoulish and ugly
I stayed the frightened little girl
My body grew but my mind froze
There was no escape, the room was locked
I may have clawed and groped, but to no avail
I was trapped within myself
Invisible boundaries belied the illusion of freedom
Scared and shivering, I cried
I screamed and no one heard
The monster laughed and belched
His huge belly convulsing with every growl
Nightmares filled my room
I screamed again and again
Still, no one heard
At last a small window
I jumped into the darkness
Only to latch on to a scrawny ledge
My hands sweated and the ledge became smaller
And smaller and smaller
Sweating, slipping and groping
Come knight in shining armor
Come and find me
Hanging by tiny fingers
Sweat dripping and dripping
Fingers slipping and slipping
I screamed and hollered
My throat was dry, my voice trembled
The monster’s shrill laugh echoed in the darkness
His booming voice mocked my pleas
Come my dragon slayer
Come, rescue me
Yet the night was quiet and still
I cried until a pool of tears
Enveloped my feet
I looked in the pool at my reflection
I screamed again and again
For I saw the monster looming in the background
Ugly and big with teeth that appeared
As if they ate children
Scraps of flesh hung between his teeth
The darkness of fear trapped my mind
I cared no more, I cried no more
Emptiness overcame me
My tiny fingers slipped and I fell
Down, down, down
I looked down and saw
The monster
Waiting
Hoping
Happy
Yet wait
I fell through his shadow
And landed in my pool of tears
Disturbing the monster’s reflection
He was no more, gone forever
Yet he lurked still
Hoping
Waiting
Happy
I swatted him with my imaginary sword
I mutilated him with my imaginary knife
I punched him
And left him
Bleeding
Bruised
Broken
In my mind’s eye
The monster lives forever
There is no destroying him
The battle is constant
Yet I am safe
In my pool of tears
Acheick © 2004