Dear Beast

Photo: ©April 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne

Photo: ©April 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some nights the beast is at my door

and there’s a hole in my stomach from whence it escaped.

Some nights the beast is on the street chasing me

and the slightest pause is a monumental mistake.

 

The beast comes in many forms and wears many faces…

 

Sometimes it’s the old me trying to revive.

Sometimes it’s my negative self trying to survive.

Sometimes it’s panic where none should be.

But sometimes it’s the inner warrior pushing me.

 

Dear beast, as horrible and terrible as you are

I’ve learned I can twist you to do my bidding.

Dear beast, I’ve come to appreciate your dreams

even if they wake me at night…no kidding.

 

©April 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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