A Collection of Poems

Memories of Monsters

Even in the dark, I cannot see,

I walk a trail full of horrors and monsters,

Into an unknown world within my mind,

This world is full of images from my past,

I remember that first word that was spoken,

It flowed from the monster's lips,

Like a river of pure poison,

The fear of returning to that place echoes within,

I was age twelve,

Too young to understand that the monsters would descend,

Ugly, bitch, screw-up, teachers slut, fat, stupid, fake, miss goody two shoes,

Those words are now painted inside the walls of my very mind,

I was fourteen when the horrors came,

Monsters pushing me into walls and lockers,

Slamming doors into my face,

As if saying she is not welcome here,

Seventeen and trying to survive,

I can still feel those monster's hands around my neck,

Choking me just for show,

Across my face, a hand would show me I was nothing,

Trying so hard to cover the monsters bruises upon my arms,

I called this monster friend once,

At nineteen I was about to end it all,

The monsters have taken everything from me,

My courage,

My self-esteem,

My strength,

The ability to hold my head up,

They took that from me,

I wanted to end it all,

The monsters had already won anyway,

I so badly wanted that last leap of faith,

Only to be forever hidden under Mother Earth.