As children, we are taught to
never fear the monsters.
They are not real,
they will not get us.
There is nothing hiding in your closet
under your bed
in the basement
outside.
There is nothing.
It is all in our head,
and there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
As we grow older,
We realize that the monsters
are not in our closet.
They are not under our bed.
They are not in the
basement.
They are not outside.
The true monsters lie within us;
beneath the masks we hide behind so effortlessly.
Beneath our skin,
whatever color it may be,
hides the scariest
monster of all
and there’s no way to
hide from it.
So really, our parents were wrong all along.
We have so much more to fear
than fear itself.
Ok, so we lied. But our lies were complete in their falsehood. There are no monsters within, either. Just post adolescent fears, worries, and an occasional bad thought, or two. Worry not young lady. You will not grow fangs and fur during this, or any goodnight.
ReplyDeleteDad it's just a poem hahah
ReplyDeleteBri, soy Mertxe una tía de Ane Elena.
ReplyDeleteMe ha salido tu blog en el gmail y he empezado a leerlo.
Me ha encantado el poema.