Forecast: the first tendrils of light at daybreak
Where is the monster I made out of you?
The slimy shadows I cast on you...
I've built you up so much in my head
The proverbial monster under my bed.
A terrifying menace
A salivating savage
I have the bite marks to prove it.
I've spent so long running,
escaping your breath on my neck
Finally you've caught up to me
With dazzling smile and teeth,
not fangs
Instead of sharp talons, perfectly manicured hands
The booming roar I waited for,
quelled by soothing voice
It's funny, this frightens me more
I am no longer sure who I am fighting and what for
The big, bad evil that haunted me all those nights
Soft, human, just like me
You bleed just as I bleed
You've got the scars to prove it.
And how I want you to bleed.
To sink my teeth
where it hurts most
To bring you to your knees in an heroic clash
between good and evil
But here there are no heroes or fiends
Just two human beings
No less no more.
As fickle as the autumn leaves
Whose love is seasonal...
Yielding, swaying to the breeze
Trying
Failing
Hurting
Monsters aren't real
But we are.
You hurt me
So devastatingly
Long ago
But you're not the jerk I painted
The wicked creature of ancient legend
To someone you are brother,
son, friend, lover
And I forgive you, for not resembling
all I needed you to be.
And I forgive myself,
for not knowing the difference.
a great piece of writing. emotional, yes, but also rational in thought.
ReplyDelete"Monsters aren't real
But we are. " : yes, sometimes monsters reside in ourselves.
Very well said ❤️ Thank you for stopping by
DeleteAh yes we do need to forgive ourselves too.
ReplyDeleteGood Sunday
Much💖love
Thank you Gillena, well said. I appreciate the visit ❤️
DeleteDear Neledi, this is my latest favorite by you. I love what it says about relationships and perception. Monstrosity looks so very different after we look closer at the monster, after we compare said creature with ourselves, after we see how they see us. The last stanza will stay with me for a very long while...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Magaly ❤️ Very well said. I think when we confront our fears they don’t live up to the shapes we've given them, and this is certainly true with people.
DeleteWow. So much goes on in our head, builds up. I'm glad you can see a fuller picture, the good and bad exist together. Monsters under the bed is such a unviersal fear.
ReplyDeleteThank you Colleen, it's taken so long ❤️
DeleteAh yes, we get so caught up in our own fictions. It is only later – if ever – that we can take a more dispassionate look.
ReplyDeleteVery true, I often think of our memory as literature. We're always rewriting our history... Thank you for the visit, Rosemary.
DeleteLife and people can be very disappointing but them we can write poems about it:)
ReplyDeleteThat does sound like a fair trade...
DeleteIt's always nice when monsters turn out not to be monsters after all -- not malevolent, just imperfect.
ReplyDeleteWhew, and what a humbling experience it is. Thank you ❤️
DeleteI love the honesty and wisdom here. In the heat of the moment, our emotions are way too good at creating intense impressions, especially when we are young and everything feels so big. At 49 I look at the way I felt about some things when I was 15 and I have to chuckle a bit about how perspective really changes the way some memories hit.
ReplyDeleteNaledi, the poem is so beautiful and the perspective so true. You have composed it so well. This is going to remain with me
ReplyDeleteNice to put old monsters to rest, and pray for no reprise!
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