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Monsters  (Aren't We All)


Who feels for the Monsters
among us? I do. They make me wonder.
What happened to them?
What's it like to dwell
where its dark?
Who blotted out their light?
Or did they even recognize it?
The light in the world, the light
in themselves.
I see them on street corners.
Passers by giving them the widest swath
of ground, and looking up like they're
not around;
the looks on their faces
announce to the world:
Look at this creature.
He has no worth. A freak of nature.
A Monster from birth.  
While, all the while, the Monsters smirk.
Their sharp teeth hiding fears of being reviled.
Its an uneasy circumstance to be continually beguiled.
Dragging yourself around, like some lost child
who may never come home.
I knew of a man child
who slept at his Mother's convenience
in her bedroom closet. I knew of a woman
whose Father guarded her company jealously
from age two years old.
I'd like to know: How what made one of them
homeless, eventually made the other one whole
and thriving. She, later on,
adopting a daughter of her own.
You know, I think, we're each,
all alone.
and in our own way,
Monsters.




Copyright Saturday April 20th, 2013 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Melissa A. Howells   //// Meloo /// straight from her Tilt-a-World


Written onto a scrap of paper while on a Saturday odyssey running away
from the current brokenness of my life. Later transcribed. expanded Tuesday
April 23, 2013 late morning. Feeling this was well worth the re-writing.

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