What is the Monster under my bed?

Is it bad dreams I’ve had?

Or bad people I’ve been? 

It’s overwhelming…

It’s exhausting,

Its claws have got me!

And I’m falling.

I’ve always tried a life full of giving

But now all I’m doing is taking and taking,

Not from others but from myself

And now all my trophies are gone from the shelves, 

And all that I’m left with 

Is a hope deep inside,

That I can go to sleep and say goodbye

To the monster that I keep under the bed.

Is it alive?

Or is it dead?

Or is it plotting for someday soon,

To crawl out and cover the moon?

Which is my only light when day turns to night

Or night turns to day cause that left in flight.

Or maybe…

Maybe I sit in my room and wait

For the monster to take my bait,

For it to come out from under my bed

With the bad dreams I’ve had

And bad people I’ve been.

Maybe I’ll take those three things

And throw them aside

Unlock my door and step outside.

I’ll bask in the light which was previously taken

And marvel at the life

That I will be shaping.

And then I’ll laugh and I’ll cry

Living how life should,

Where if I was stuck with the monster

I never could.