Struggling with the monster inside

[itsallgrand]

Happiness, clean air, and there you are. Talking to me.

No respect.

My first glimpse of sunshine in a long time, and there you are, pressing on me. Be ashamed

And I question my own humanity. Am I human?

Or am I am object of hate. An object of lust. An object of anger.

An object to do with as you wish.

A possession, and an enemy.

 

I hear nothing. There is nothing.

I am nothing. But a vacuum. A hole.

 

Dear Monster,

Please Let me Be.

I Want To Be Me.

 

Wind on an open wet wound.

I close my eyes.

I don't belong here. I don't belong here.

Do I dare to pour the tears as she pours me coffee?

 

I wish myself away. Far far away.

 

Nevertheless, it crowds in. The world, their voices, their anger, their pain.

Is there no relief?

No Pause?

 

How many years have we been married now? Ten years? Fifteen?

You wear the same suit.

Every day, the same arguments.

 

I'm practicing generosity.

You can have the gown.

You can have the right to be right.

You can have the regrets.

You can have the faulty memories.

You can have the dead end dreams.

You can virginity.

You can have gold.

 

One hand to the other, one hand out and letting it go...

 

It feels so good.

It feels so good to give it all away.

One little thing at a time, I unarm you.

 

I free myself.

I bless myself, at last.

 

One thing at a time. One moment at a time.

 

This life is precious!

This life is mine and mine will.

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

wow, thats really powerful and your wording was great. Love the way you wrote it!

[brando]

One little thing at a time, I unarm you.

 

 

Great line.

 

 

Wind on an open wet wound.

I like the alliteration, good image.

 

Nice job.