What length of time
causes our
outer shell to harden
skins when born so soft
pile on velvet cushions
cotton wool
day to day survival
forms our crust
hurtful painful moments
we toughen
with each lesson
we teach ourselves
grow up
cloaking tears
anger
resentment
enmity
self discovery
in our own pain
we grow
we harden
giddy happiness
does not spring to mind
laughter
memories of good love
living breathing
darker interludes
commonplace
forms our crust
the cortex of
ourselves
to the outside
perhaps not ourselves
this is a monster
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Footnote: There is a monster at the end of this.
Perhaps it is a nice monster. One that is cute & cuddly and we don’t have to be afraid of. Maybe it’s nice, like Grover. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s scary or hides under the bed until all the lights are out. Maybe it’s human. Maybe it’s not. All I know is that at the end of this….there is a monster. Is it hairy with big teeth? What does it eat? Me? I hope not, but…
Brian from Dverse has set the challenge.
This is my 1st entry into http://dversepoets.com/. I was prompted to have a peek by the lovely Miriam (as I so enjoy prompts). Critique very welcome and encouraged as I am relatively new to the Poetry World.
Ramblings From A Mum 