I
am the Monster
by
Alyson Schroll
I
am the monster under this little girl's bed.
She
crawls into bed each night,
prays
a little prayer,
and
wishes the light to the bathroom could always stay lit
even
if she never had to go.
She
doesn't know why I'm here.
It's
the dreams. I do what I can to stop the dreams.
I
try to stop the pain the nightmares cause.
She
should never have to feel the hurt that she does in her sleep.
My
growl is fierce, and I fight every chance I get.
Space
is small, and my reach is just short.
Some
dreams, I can’t stop.
That
little girl doesn't understand what I try to do.
Some
nights she whispers,
"Hey
Monster, can you turn on the light? I have to go potty."
Other nights she screams at me,
"I
hate you. Stop helping."
She'll
kick and slap.
"Go
away. I want to be alone."
Monsters
can cry too.
But
you see, I love her too much to let her face those dreams alone.
~~~
My
Commentary
This poem is
one of the earlier ones I wrote after my sister, Anna B, returned home after a
tenth month stay away from us--though her move was supposed to be permanent and
her coming home was supposed to be impossible. The story kind of grabs on to
these feelings I had when I realized she hated me. She struggled to understand
what my expression of love was to her, and she accused me of not loving her
because I didn't let her come home. Her words hurt, and it's hard to love
people who hate you. Love isn't contingent on what you get back, and thank
goodness it's not, because God would never love us in any way if that were
true.
~ Alyson
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